Her POV:
Right person, wrong time was a bitch.
There he was, her best friend of the entire world, speaking in low tones with his girlfriend. They were perfect for one another. Together, they looked good, and their personalities complimented them well.
Doesn't mean she still can't be heartbroken, watching them walk away hand in hand.
She downed her cup as she felt another piece of her heart break off. The pain of seeing them together had dulled over the years. Reminding herself that she was okay, and he loved her in a different way was enough solace. It helped her feel ready to move on.
And that's when the blue-eyed boy popped up into her vision. He was another close friend of hers, one that she could talk to about anything without fear of judgment. Once he approached, a sense of ease washed over her, drowning away the spiked emotions her best friend had brought. For a strange reason, his blue eyes couldn't hers though and his foot was tapped rapidly as he sat down next to her. Sitting close to him, she nuzzled her head on his shoulder, causing him to tense. She ignored it, content by his side.
But then her favorite song began to play, she began to smile. The rhythm of the beat overwhelmed her and even though she was down, all she wanted to do was get up and sing. Knowing this was her favorite song, her friend didn't hesitate to hold out his hand to help her off the disgusting and beer-stained couch.
She pulled him eagerly to the dance floor and jumped around, forgetting about where her best friend and his lover had run off too. All she focused on was the boy in front of her, getting lost on the adrenaline of staring into his blue eyes while dancing the night away. They screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs as if the song was meant for them. Even with her terrible voice, she didn't care, she yelled as if the song was her personal anthem.
While twirling around, laughing on spirits, she suddenly paused, noticing the way those blue eyes watched her. With the hint of a smile on his lips, her friend stood there, looking at her as if she was a sunset that burst into a thousand colors. Her heart rate picked up as he looked at the makeup running down her face and the sweat dripping off her body and still admired her as if she had no flaws.
He didn't say anything and neither did she. Not even when he gently reached forward and grasped her wrist, leading her from the mass of sweaty bodies. Through the kitchen and out the door to the cool night. The door shut behind her, leaving the sounds of the party behind and letting a silence envelop them.
And then his words overtook the silence of the night. With each sentence of his confession, she felt a warmth spread from inside her. Her cheeks began to hurt from how much she was smiling as he stammered almost every word, his blue eyes not quite reaching hers as he spoke of his feelings. Words she had never been told before came pouring out of his mouth.
Then... and then, his eyes looked at her. His beautiful blue ocean eyes met her own. With finality, he told her point blank. Her smile turned into astonishment as he waited for her to respond. He fumbled with the rings on his fingers, anxiously waiting for something.
For once in her life, while staring into those cool eyes, everything felt... right. Something about this was... was everything she needed. No, what she wanted. Yeah, she always knew her friend was attractive, but never had she imagined them getting together. But now... for some reason, she saw how perfect it was. They fit well.
And so, she did what she believed was the right thing.
She kissed him.
His POV:
He knew staying with his girlfriend for so long was wrong. When people had told him she had liked him, he began to believe that it was what he wanted. That she was everything to him. But the nights got boring. He found conversations with her dull and always struggled with the right words.
Eventually, there was a point when he began to compare his best friend to his current girlfriend. The talks he wished he had with the so-called "love of his life", he ended up always having with his best friend. He found support and comfort in the arms of his friend and could speak to only her about his true feelings.
Tonight, he planned to change things. Someone had told him that his best friend was in love with him and immediately he re-evaluated everything. Picturing the two together in his mind, he immediately realized that they were perfect for each other. That was the relationship he wanted.
He was nervous to tell his girlfriend, but seeing the way his best friend was dancing with everyone stirred something inside him. She looked happy and carefree, and he desperately wanted to be the one with her, singing his heart out to their favorite song. So he made the decision and gently took his girlfriend upstairs to speak with her.
Instead of crying, she was understanding. She quietly listened to him tell her that what they had was good, but he had accidentally fallen for someone else. He could see pain, but she smiled as she told him that she felt things had been off. This was best, they told themselves in the seclusion of the hallway. This was what was right.
She left first, leaving him to collect his thoughts. The burden had been lifted and the anchor tying himself from running his best friend had been untied from his ankles. In his head, he mulled over the option to wait or run to her with his brain arguing it was too soon and his heart begging him to pull her into his arms and finally kiss her.
Heading down the steps with more energy than before, he looked around for the familiar mop of brown hair. The dance floor had cleared out a little as he searched through the mass, trying to find his way to her. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins as the thought of being so close to the person he knew was right.
Asking around their friends, finally someone told him that she had gone outside... hand in hand? Did he hear that right? He asked again and the guy clarified that she went outside, hand in hand, with their mutual friend.
His stomach knotted as he stood there for a moment. Hand in hand. They walked out hand in hand. With shaky knees, he ended up making his way through the bodies of people swaying to the music into the kitchen. Some people milled around with drinks in hand, one person's hand went to his face, holding a bottle. He brushed past them as if they weren't there. All his attention was on the small window looking outside onto the dimly lit porch where his best friend stood close and comfortable with the other guy.
His feet froze as he took in the scene. As the blue eyed, smooth talker moved in closer, something inside desperately wanted him to run to the door and throw it open. To rip her away from that guy and tell her that he was the one. That he was ready. But his feet were frozen, his legs rebelling against every desire he had. So, all he could do was watch as the girl of his dreams kissed another guy.
He was too late. Stumbling away, he made his way deeper into the house, trying to escape the heartache. But it was too late.
He had finally found his right person... but it was too late. He had never believed in the idea of "right person at the wrong time" before, but now... now all he could do was just sit there, curse at the universe, and mourn over the awful timing of falling in love.
Right person, wrong time was a bitch.
There he was, her best friend of the entire world, speaking in low tones with his girlfriend. They were perfect for one another. Together, they looked good, and their personalities complimented them well.
Doesn't mean she still can't be heartbroken, watching them walk away hand in hand.
She downed her cup as she felt another piece of her heart break off. The pain of seeing them together had dulled over the years. Reminding herself that she was okay, and he loved her in a different way was enough solace. It helped her feel ready to move on.
And that's when the blue-eyed boy popped up into her vision. He was another close friend of hers, one that she could talk to about anything without fear of judgment. Once he approached, a sense of ease washed over her, drowning away the spiked emotions her best friend had brought. For a strange reason, his blue eyes couldn't hers though and his foot was tapped rapidly as he sat down next to her. Sitting close to him, she nuzzled her head on his shoulder, causing him to tense. She ignored it, content by his side.
But then her favorite song began to play, she began to smile. The rhythm of the beat overwhelmed her and even though she was down, all she wanted to do was get up and sing. Knowing this was her favorite song, her friend didn't hesitate to hold out his hand to help her off the disgusting and beer-stained couch.
She pulled him eagerly to the dance floor and jumped around, forgetting about where her best friend and his lover had run off too. All she focused on was the boy in front of her, getting lost on the adrenaline of staring into his blue eyes while dancing the night away. They screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs as if the song was meant for them. Even with her terrible voice, she didn't care, she yelled as if the song was her personal anthem.
While twirling around, laughing on spirits, she suddenly paused, noticing the way those blue eyes watched her. With the hint of a smile on his lips, her friend stood there, looking at her as if she was a sunset that burst into a thousand colors. Her heart rate picked up as he looked at the makeup running down her face and the sweat dripping off her body and still admired her as if she had no flaws.
He didn't say anything and neither did she. Not even when he gently reached forward and grasped her wrist, leading her from the mass of sweaty bodies. Through the kitchen and out the door to the cool night. The door shut behind her, leaving the sounds of the party behind and letting a silence envelop them.
And then his words overtook the silence of the night. With each sentence of his confession, she felt a warmth spread from inside her. Her cheeks began to hurt from how much she was smiling as he stammered almost every word, his blue eyes not quite reaching hers as he spoke of his feelings. Words she had never been told before came pouring out of his mouth.
Then... and then, his eyes looked at her. His beautiful blue ocean eyes met her own. With finality, he told her point blank. Her smile turned into astonishment as he waited for her to respond. He fumbled with the rings on his fingers, anxiously waiting for something.
For once in her life, while staring into those cool eyes, everything felt... right. Something about this was... was everything she needed. No, what she wanted. Yeah, she always knew her friend was attractive, but never had she imagined them getting together. But now... for some reason, she saw how perfect it was. They fit well.
And so, she did what she believed was the right thing.
She kissed him.
His POV:
He knew staying with his girlfriend for so long was wrong. When people had told him she had liked him, he began to believe that it was what he wanted. That she was everything to him. But the nights got boring. He found conversations with her dull and always struggled with the right words.
Eventually, there was a point when he began to compare his best friend to his current girlfriend. The talks he wished he had with the so-called "love of his life", he ended up always having with his best friend. He found support and comfort in the arms of his friend and could speak to only her about his true feelings.
Tonight, he planned to change things. Someone had told him that his best friend was in love with him and immediately he re-evaluated everything. Picturing the two together in his mind, he immediately realized that they were perfect for each other. That was the relationship he wanted.
He was nervous to tell his girlfriend, but seeing the way his best friend was dancing with everyone stirred something inside him. She looked happy and carefree, and he desperately wanted to be the one with her, singing his heart out to their favorite song. So he made the decision and gently took his girlfriend upstairs to speak with her.
Instead of crying, she was understanding. She quietly listened to him tell her that what they had was good, but he had accidentally fallen for someone else. He could see pain, but she smiled as she told him that she felt things had been off. This was best, they told themselves in the seclusion of the hallway. This was what was right.
She left first, leaving him to collect his thoughts. The burden had been lifted and the anchor tying himself from running his best friend had been untied from his ankles. In his head, he mulled over the option to wait or run to her with his brain arguing it was too soon and his heart begging him to pull her into his arms and finally kiss her.
Heading down the steps with more energy than before, he looked around for the familiar mop of brown hair. The dance floor had cleared out a little as he searched through the mass, trying to find his way to her. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins as the thought of being so close to the person he knew was right.
Asking around their friends, finally someone told him that she had gone outside... hand in hand? Did he hear that right? He asked again and the guy clarified that she went outside, hand in hand, with their mutual friend.
His stomach knotted as he stood there for a moment. Hand in hand. They walked out hand in hand. With shaky knees, he ended up making his way through the bodies of people swaying to the music into the kitchen. Some people milled around with drinks in hand, one person's hand went to his face, holding a bottle. He brushed past them as if they weren't there. All his attention was on the small window looking outside onto the dimly lit porch where his best friend stood close and comfortable with the other guy.
His feet froze as he took in the scene. As the blue eyed, smooth talker moved in closer, something inside desperately wanted him to run to the door and throw it open. To rip her away from that guy and tell her that he was the one. That he was ready. But his feet were frozen, his legs rebelling against every desire he had. So, all he could do was watch as the girl of his dreams kissed another guy.
He was too late. Stumbling away, he made his way deeper into the house, trying to escape the heartache. But it was too late.
He had finally found his right person... but it was too late. He had never believed in the idea of "right person at the wrong time" before, but now... now all he could do was just sit there, curse at the universe, and mourn over the awful timing of falling in love.