"Hey"

…And cue flushed red tint to my cheeks. "Hi"

Just a simple word and I’m flustered by her presence. Before me is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and my bestie. She just laughs and shuffles aside to allow me to enter.

Ashley Davies, Goddess. That should be her birth given last name. She oozes everything I’m not, charm, confidence, sex appeal, attitude, and just and all around bad ass. I know that she has to see me as just some kind of conquest. There’s no way a girl like her is remotely interested in being ‘friends’ with a girl like me. I’m just plain Jane, Spencer Carlin.

And I’m attracted to my best friend.

I can remember the moment it happened. I always felt there was something more between us but dismissed it as the typical girly natural flirting. The fact that Ashley would flirt with a brick wall if it got her what she wanted helped me push those thoughts out of my mind as well. But every time it was directed at me I would blush uncontrollably.

You openly admit
The things you’d like more of from me
Somehow I find it attractive
That you won’t censor anything

Tonight is one of the famous Grey nights of the week and I’m almost not looking forward to it with everything I have going on in my head right now. Naturally we have fun. Tonight we get to dance the night away. But on these nights it’s just you and me, uninhibited flirting, and the things you say to me and the way you make me feel while we’re on the dance floor grinding into each other sends me into a trance. You know the things you do and say have an effect on me even though we part ways soon after and head home later that night like nothing ever happened.

With you there is no filter
To sugarcoat what is said
Even though I like your honesty
It won’t lead me to your bed

"Let’s Go"

Another Thursday and a long weekend ahead, we’re off to Grey’s. Something tonight is different. I can’t pinpoint it but your vibe is different. You seem too put together and calculated in your actions towards me. The outfit’s tighter, shorter, and my favorite color – red, you hate red. Your hair is loose and to one side – the right, the side I’m always on. I mean not that I really noticed or anything, it’s just a coincidence. You’re even wearing that shea and spice perfume I told you I loved at the mall one day. I didn’t know you’d even bought it.