Dana

I had felt Alice’s eyes on me and could not stop myself staring back at her, into her stunning deep brown eyes. As it did every time I looked at Al, my heart skipped a beat. It was only in the past few months that I had begun to actually realize the feelings I have for her, I had realized that I am, in fact, in love with her. The realization had struck me so suddenly, yet every moment I spend with Alice I seem to fall more in love with her. But I don’t know what to do about these feelings. Questions ran around in my head- should I act on these feelings? Surely I can’t risk losing my best friend? Why would an amazing woman like Alice want to be with someone like me? These are questions that I had been asking myself for months, and still I don’t know the answers.

I was lost in these thoughts as I looked at Alice and I realized that she was staring back at me, her head tilted slightly to one side, her eyes focused directly on mine. What could it mean?

Nothing. It can’t mean anything, there’s no way. I broke our connection by looking down to my coffee, cursing myself in my head for having these stupid feelings. It was too complicated and too messed up to have feelings for Alice because I could never risk losing my best friend.

Alice

I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom. I was disgusted by the sight, as I was every time I looked in the mirror. Why would Dana ever be interested in that? I wished that I could be as beautiful and stunning as she was. I was wearing the best outfit that I could find and, even though I still looked and felt repulsive, it was more effort than I usually put in and would have to do. I can’t change myself into someone completely different with the click of my fingers, unfortunately. I grabbed my keys and headed out of the door to my mini.

I paused and took a deep breath before I walked through door into Shane’s new salon. I could hear the music blazing- I was late at usual because I had spent too much time loathing myself in front of the mirror. As I walked in, my eyes scanned the room. I should have been looking for Shane but I knew that she was not really who I was searching for. I spotted Dana, sitting in the corner on a black leather couch, vodka and diet coke in hand and looking a little lost. Around her, women were standing in groups, chatting and laughing. This included Shane, who was with a group of rather attractive girls, all looking at her adoringly. This was not uncommon for Shane. I waved at her as I walked past, grinning and raising my eyebrows at her. She returned my look with a naughty smile, her tongue poked out slightly.