When you’re ready

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The room around us is bustling with the many conversations that surround us. We’re sitting in a booth in the far back of the restaurant that you could almost miss us. I mean, the waiter missed us twice. Walked straight past with our food.  

Looking at her now, I can see the heartbreak on her face that it breaks my heart. She has such a caring heart that it hurts to see this beautiful woman turned inside over a guy who doesn’t deserve her.  

“What is wrong with me?” she asks, her face falling into her hands.  

It wasn’t a question that she wanted answered, so I didn’t. I stayed silent. She didn’t need me to give her advice, she needed me to lean on. The way it has been for us since we were in high school.  

“What will my boss say?” She looks up at me, her mortified expression mirroring my own. 

I have missed part of this story; how did I miss parts of this story. 

Cringing, I ask, “what happened?” 

She closes her eyes for a second.  

I twirl some spaghetti onto my fork and put it in my mouth.  

“I had a work party last night. The ‘Christmas in July’ one that we have every year.” She begins her story of the night before.  

I take a sip of my drink and motion for her to continue as I ate another fork of spaghetti. 

“Kurt bitched and moaned about having to go with me. I wasn’t making him do anything, he came on his own accord but he still bitched about it all afternoon as I was getting ready to head out.” She pauses to sip on her own drink.  

“Anyway, so we pull up at my boss’s place and he refused to get out of the car. I tell him that he should go home and head out with the boys. That’s why he didn’t want to come, you know.” She shrugs her shoulders but I can tell it bothers her. That he would prefer to spend the night out with the guys instead of a night with her.  

“So,” she sticks a fork full of salad into her mouth. “I’m in with the rest of the party for about half an hour. Yep, he sat in that car for half an hour. He came in, pulled me aside and very loudly tells me that I need to move out because we’re breaking up.” 

She drops her fork on her plate and places her face in her hands again.  

“I’m so embarrassed.” She cries.  

This is torture. This woman, this beautiful woman doesn’t deserve to be treated like dirt. It’s not fair. She deserves better.  

I get up from the side of the booth that I’m sitting and slide in next to her. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her into me. Her head resting on my chest, I can feel her body convulsing as she cries.  

I don’t know what to say to make her feel better. Anything that I would usually say always made her feel worse.  

“How about we go for a walk?” I say, rubbing my hand over her arm.  

She nods and we move out of the booth and follow the wooden floor towards the exit. 

When we get out onto the street, the ocean breeze hits us in the face. The smell of the salt water and the sound of the seagulls calms me. I’ve always loved the beachfront. Stella though, she hates the cold and at this time of day during the winter months, it gets freezing.  

She shrugs on her denim jacket and wraps her arm into mine.  

“It’s freezing.” She shudders, the breeze hitting my bare skin and I erupt in goosebumps. 

She’s right, it is freezing but I wasn’t going to admit that. She’d never let me live it down, especially since before we left the car to head into the restaurant, she reminded me to grab my jacket but I said I didn’t need it.  

We get to the end of the jetty and she releases her arm from mine before leaning on the white wooden fence.  

“What do you think I should do?” She asks, staring out at the ocean.  

What do I say to that? That she deserves better? That she needs to move out and never look back?  

Sighing, I take a step closer to her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.  

She smiles and wraps her arm around my waist.  

It feels nice. At least it feels nice to me. Maybe I should tell her something that I probably shouldn’t.  

Staring out ocean. I take a deep breath and pull her closer to me.  

“You deserve to have someone who will treat you the way you should be treated. Who will tell you that you’re beautiful every day. Someone who has waited their whole life for you.” I bite my lip.  

Should I say it?  

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“I know I do.” She agrees.  

“Stella, I know you like the back of my hand. I’m never not thinking about you. When you’re ready, I’m waiting.” I confess.  

My heart beats like a jackhammer, wondering what she’s going to say next.  

“Scott, I.. .” She starts to say but nervous me cuts her off. 

“It doesn’t have to be now, it could be ten years from now. I’ll wait, no matter what I will wait.” I say, facing her and taking both her hands in mine. 

“What I’m trying to say Stella, is when you are ready; I will be here.” 


Marry Me? Part 1

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A/N: This short story is a work of fiction. It is also a part of a series I’ve affectionately called the “Marry Me?” series. Part 1 is the lead up to the engagement party of Mitch’s best friend Aly. Read below for more on Mitch and Aly’s story.


The alarm echoes throughout my room. Groaning I roll over and smack it off. I’ve never been a morning person but for her, I’ll be whatever she wants me to be. It’s her big day, the one she’s been looking forward to since I have known her. Today is her engagement party. 

I didn’t want to go but she’s my best friend and she insisted that I be there. Don’t get me wrong, her fiancé is a sweet man and he looks after her but he’s not the man I envisioned for her. 

Yeah, I know, it sounds like I’m being an overprotective father. Overprotective, yes but father? No. This woman is important to me and I just want the best for her. 

Staring at the ceiling I remember the day we first met. It was the summer of 2010, I was at the beach with my mate, kicking the footy around and having a few goldies. It was a very lowkey Christmas party. We’d bring our girlfriends and make a day of it. Cook up a barbie, have a few drinks and play footy while the ladies lazed on their towels in the sun. This was the first year that I showed up single. Kathy, the girl I was seeing for the last five years had gone our separate ways. The story was that it was a mutual decision but, she dumped me for another guy. I was devastated because I was about to propose but seems like it was a bullet dodged besides, if we didn’t break up I would have met Emery. 

When I first saw her, she was talking to one of the lads girlfriend, Mel. Dressed in a red bikini top and short shorts, her brown her up in a messy up-do. She hung her head back and laughed at something Mel had said. For a few seconds, I was in awe. I have never seen a woman so happy with herself.  

One minute I was staring at her, the next minute I felt something hit me on the right side of my face and I fall backwards onto the sand. 

“Shit mate, you right?” I hear one of the lads ask. 

“Shouldn’t have been perving Jonas.” Another lad states. 

They help me up and I look over to Mel and the other woman. They’re staring. Mel is looking concerned while the other girl is laughing. Her eyes hidden by her sunglasses, strands of her hair float across her face in the wind. I’m not embarrassed to admit that this girl has be all kinds of intrigued. 

After the game, the boys and I fired up the barbie and began cooking the meat while the girls changed and went to the shops for bread and salads. Brad accidentally forgot to grab them when he bought the meat but after they left, he explained that it was on purpose. He wanted to give us a heads up that he was going to propose to Mel tonight in front of everyone. We all cheered and whooped. Brad and Mel have been together for years and it’s about time that he put a ring on her finger.  

After dinner, Brad got down on one knee and proposed like he said he would. She said yes almost instantly. We toasted to their success but all I could think about was the girl that I saw talking to Mel down at the beach.  

My phone ringing knocks me from my daydream. The screen reads Aly. My heart thumps in my chest. It’s her, why would she be calling me at 7am.  

“Hello?” I answer, clearing my throat. 

“You’re still in bed? What the fuck Mitch, it’s my engagement BBQ today. You should already be on your way here.” She sounds stressed out. I’ve never heard her this stressed before.  

“Al, calm down. Your thing isn’t until 12pm. I’ll bring over the supplies at 10am.” I say yawning even though the plan was for me to show up at 11:30 but if she’s this wound up, I will get there earlier. After all, she’s my best friend and it is her big day. 

In the shower, I let the hot water cascade over my body. One hand on the wall to steady myself, the other running through my hair. I knew today was going to be rough but I didn’t expect it to have me trotting down memory lane but I’m all the talk of engagement parties has me reminded of Brad and Mel’s engagement party. 

Mel planned this cocktail thing for the engagement party. I remember telling Brad that I hated having to buy a new suit for this event.  

“You’re sounding like a woman.” He said as we walk out of the store, suit in hand. “you can wear it again at the wedding, as my best man.” 

“You serious mate?” I ask, opening the door to the car and place the suit into the back seat. 

He nods and turns the engine on. “Of course, we’ve been mates since high school. You also introduced me and Mel so who else would be better?” 

I shrug my shoulders, clicking the seatbelt into place. “I thought you’d ask your brother.” 

We both laugh at the idea. Brad and his brother have been estranged ever since their parents died and gave 70% the inheritance to Brad instead of Mike. They haven’t spoken since and that was three years ago. 

“Besides, that girl you were gawking at the night I proposed will be Mel’s Maid of honour.” He said, turning the radio on with a touch of a button on his steering wheel. 

“I was not gawking.” I say, my voice cracking. Even my body knows I’m lying. “Okay, maybe I was but she was hot.” 

“Yeah so hot that you ended up on your ass with a ball in your face.” He laughs loudly.  

I shake my head. I have been the butt of every joke since that day. Who gets tossed in the face for staring at a girl is the favourite.  

“Yeah laugh it up. She going to be there tonight?” I ask. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since that night.  

Brad nods and pulls into the driveway of my place. “Now get out, get dressed. Mel and I will be back at 5 to pick you up.” 

I grab my suit from the backseat and head inside. 

I showered and combed and recombed my hair 5 times. I changed my tie 3 times and shoes twice. Only because I have exactly two pairs of dress shoes. Hand me downs from Brad would you believe. When the honk of the horn came 3 hours later, I was so nervous I thought I was going to sweat through my shirt. I should probably bring a jacket. Shit, I only have my black leather one. I grab it from the couch and shrug it on. I’m sure Mel won’t mind.  

We got to the club and I recognised her within minutes. She was wearing a pink dress that hugs every curve of her body. It’s short at the front and long at the back. Her brown hair braided to her left side. Hate to say it, she looks more beautiful now than she did when I first saw her.  

“Mel, do me a favour. Go and introduce mister cool here to Aly, before he drools all over his new suit.” Brad laughs and pats me on the back before walking towards the bar.  

Mel laughs. “Brad told me about your little crush. Don’t worry, I haven’t said anything to Aly but I warn you. She’s a sassy little thing.” Mel curls her hand around the crook of my elbow and leads me towards her.  

“Aly this is Mitch.” Aly turns to look at me. I try to swallow but my throat is dry.  

Aly turns her head to the side and sticks her tongue out a little. She’s sizing me up from what I can see then she laughs. I stare at her dumbfounded.  

“You’re the guy who fell on his ass at the beach.” She said laughing a little louder. “Honey you made my day.” 

I turn to say something to Mel but she was already gone. Turning back to Aly, her hand on her hip.  

“Well, you can buy me a drink then.” She links her arm in mine, the way that Mel had done before and leads me towards the bar. 

I knew then that I was officially in trouble. 

Stay tuned to see more of Mitch’s story.

Life’s too short for ‘what ifs’

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“I don’t understand.” I say softly, staring at the picture on my phone. “I have known Aaron for eleven years and I never once saw him as more than a friend. Why now?”

Shay giggles. I snap my head in her direction. She’s grinning like a maniac. I narrow my eyes at her. Her hands fly up in defence.

“Hey calm your tits babe.” Shaking her head, she blows a bubble with her gum til it pops. I flinch.

“Alright look, we fall in love with the person we least expect, a person we may have dismissed before, a person we loved but didn’t understand that love and sometimes we don’t realise the depth of that love until it’s too late to confess how we truly feel.”

Sighing I look back at my phone, willing for it to light up with a message from him but it doesn’t. She’s right, of course she’s right but that doesn’t mean I understand it any better.

Shay clicks her fingers together in front of my face. “Hey I’m not finished.”

I look at her and laugh. “Go on then.”

Shay rubs her hands together excitedly, “sometimes we aren’t brave enough to love the person we love because we feel that they deserve better. In a way babe, hiding those real feelings could be seen as a selfless act but who are you really protecting? Yourself or the person that you’re currently claiming to love? Have you even told him how you felt?”

I shake my head. I can’t tell him, telling him could ruin our friendship and I wasn’t prepared to lose him. If I had to choose between our friendship and risking it to love him? I will always choose our friendship.

“He’s my best friend, we’re there for each other through thick and thin.” I finally say. “Through every happy times and through all the heartbreak.”

“Liz, you and Aaron have barely been able to keep a relationship with anyone since you first met. Have you noticed that?” she asks and again I shake my head.

I never noticed. I just always thought that the breakups were because of incompatibility. Thinking back now, most of my boyfriends were jealous of Aaron and vice versa. I furrow my brows.

“By hiding the love you feel for him, you’re only breaking your own heart and robbing yourself of happiness that may or may not last a lifetime.

I stare at her, confused. I tilt my head to the right. “I never said anything about love…”

Shay smiles again, girl you didn’t have to, it’s written all over your face.”

Shaking my head in disbelief, I stare at my phone again. He still hasn’t messaged me but I know better than to expect him to, at least I think I know better.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is, love is a risk worth taking, have the courage to take it with both hands. Take it from someone who knows.” She looks down at her engagement ring and smiles.

Her fiancé is my big brother, we all grew up together. Shay lived next door to us all our lives, one day she tells me that she had feelings for him and I encouraged her to run like the wind. She didn’t listen to me and good thing she didn’t because a year later he had gotten down on one knee and proposed to his own surprise birthday party. The family and I couldn’t have been happier with the woman he had finally chosen to spend the rest of his life with.

Shay grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. I smile in return.

“Life’s too short for ‘what ifs’.”

I’m all in

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You would think that I would be nervous but I’m not. Sitting here with her, I feel like I’m home.

She turns her head towards me, her smile emanating her joy. Her joyous smile is contagious; I can’t help but smile in return. I don’t for the life of me hear what she’s saying, she’s pointing out over the ocean. The sun rising in the distance, the pink and orange hues shine a halo around the world.


Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pull her in closer. You would think after all these years that I would be used to her gravitational pull. When we’re apart, I can’t help it but I am always able to find my way back to her.


She’s my always and looking at her now, he blonde her blowing in the wind as we sit on the beach watching the sunrise I find myself reaching for her hand and kiss it softly. Her soft lips part in a shy smile and she buries her head on my shoulder. Her touch still sparks a fire in my chest.


I realise that this moment is something I want to frame for the rest of my life. I want to hear her laughing through the good times and crying through the bad. I want to be the shoulder that she comes to after a stressful day at work. I want to tell her that I love her every day.


Putting my hand into the pocket of my jacket, I pull out my wallet.


“What are you doing?” She asks pointing towards the wallet in my hand.


I smile at her confusion and shrug my shoulders. She turns her attention back to the horizon which gives me a chance to get what I wanted out of the small zipped pocket in the back.


“We’ve probably sat here in this same spot watching the sunrise a million times over the last two years we’ve been together.”


She smiles and nods in agreement.


“We’ve been through some happy, sad and even some crazy times. Yes, I’m talking about that moment your uncle with dementia came at me with a knife during our first Christmas together when he thought that I had broken into the house.” We laugh at the memory. Ever since that day, I’ve been too afraid to walk into her uncle’s house without clinging to her.


“That was a good Christmas over all though, you have to admit that.” She said as she tucked her hair behind her ears.


I nod. “Yes I remember; it was the Christmas when you asked me what we were. Do you remember what I said?” I ask.


She nods. “You said, ‘if you want then I’m all in.’”


I smile and hold up the diamond ring in front of her. “I meant it then as much as I mean it now. I’m all in Jenny, after all the days we have spent together I’m still such a fool for you, crazy in love with you and I couldn’t list all the reasons why because there is a million and one of them. Marry me?”


There was silence and with every second ticking by I could feel my heart threatening to break.


She smiles and replies, “I’m all in.”

The surprise in the box

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Staring at my watch, the bus is a few minutes late. Sighing I press play on the song and stare at the ground. It’s only the third week into the trimester and I feel like I’m already failing. I’m behind in all the readings and have begun contemplating dropping out of this trimester and trying again next year. It’d only be one class, what would the harm be right?

The bus pulls in and I smile. My best friend walks off and stands in front of me.

“So who is it that’s making you cry this time?” Her hands on her hips and her smile wide, bright and contagious.

“What makes you think it’s a someone and not a something?” I wink and give her a hug.

She shrugs her shoulders and hands me a box.

“What’s that?” My eyebrow flings up in confusion.

I take it from her. It doesn’t feel heavy. I try to open it and she slaps my hand away.

“Wait until you get home. It’s not safe for work if you know what I mean.” She winks at me and walks down the stairs.

I look at the box and laugh. I can only imagine what it is. I walk onto the bus, my eyes still on the box.

“Watch your step!” the driver says loudly.

Jumping, I drop the box onto the floor and the lid flies off . The contents of the box falls out. It’s the blue and green lingerie that I’ve been eyeing off for months. Shit! She wasn’t wrong about the ‘not safe for work’ business. The driver and I just stare at each other.

“I’m sorry!” I squeak and I’m down on my knees shoving the lingerie back into the box and walking fast towards the back of the bus without a second glance backwards.

I hear him laugh as he pulls away from the bus stop and drives off towards the roundabout.

Quickly getting out my phone I call my friend who answers on the second ring.

“Don’t tell me you are at home already?” she chimes loudly.

I laugh awkwardly and tell her what happened. There is a silence on her end for what feels like minutes but was only seconds. She starts laughing. Like a bellowing laugh that makes me imagine that she’s doubled over with tears streaming down her face.

“It’s not funny.” I say defensively. “He saw the bloody lingerie. What the hell are you doing buying me lingerie for?”

She doesn’t answer my question; she continues to laugh. The bus pulls into the first stop and I look up. The driver is looking in his mirror and me being so insecure thinks he’s staring at me still laughing at my humiliation.

“You bitched and moaned about how much you wanted this set so I got it for you. Besides it’ll come in handy for when you finally decide to break your vow of abstinence.” She thinks my vow is rubbish and constantly tells me how silly I am for even considering it.

Sighing I say my goodbyes and hang up the phone. The bus is a few minutes away from my stop and I can’t stop my heart beating fast from the adrenaline of the impending humiliation that I’ll feel once I walk past him.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder and hugging the box close to my chest I power walk towards the front of the bus intending on getting out as quick as possible. Just as I was stepping onto the footpath I hear someone speak.

“Good luck with your new lingerie miss.”

I turn to look at him before realising what I was doing and I start blushing bright red. He starts laughing as he pulls away from the station leaving me standing in complete shock that he had said that loud enough for the people close by to hear.

“Prick.” I whisper as I push the button to the elevator.

“Are you okay miss?” A quiet female voice ask me.

I nod. “I’ve just decided that I won’t be taking the University bus again for a while.”

Somebody like me

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It hasn’t truly felt like summer these past few weeks, not until today. The sky is a bright blue, not a cloud to be seen. Sitting in bed reading a book, the sun shining onto my hands and I can feel it. The heat of summer coming through the curtains.

I can’t concentrate. You would think that a person who reads a book, you wouldn’t need to concentrate but honestly, there are moments that are distracting me. Moments that I can’t stop myself from remembering.

The moment I saw him struggle out of the hold of the woman who is supposed to love him. She didn’t think anyone was watching but I was, not in a creepy ‘I’m a stalker’ kind of way but in a ‘I was walking home’ kind of way. I stopped short and hid behind a pole. I saw my friend, a 6 foot built like a truck friend being pushed around by a tiny 5 foot 2-inch woman who couldn’t be any more than 60 kilos.

Some men would have pushed her back and started getting violent, well the men I had known in my past anyway but my friend? No he took whatever she was serving him.

“You deserve to be punished Malcom. That’s why I’m here, to punish you for breaking up with me.” I hear her slap him. I risk a peak around the corner of the pole and he sees me. I catch a glimpse of something in his eyes but I can’t be sure what he was trying to say.

“When I’m done with you. You will know pain.” She goes to slap him again.

I come out from behind the pole and push her away from him.

“Hey that’s enough now.” I say in a low growl. I didn’t want to cause a scene even if she was the one who started it. “Run along.”

The woman stares menacingly. “This doesn’t involve you.”

I smile and cock my head to the side. “If you say so.”

She looks from Malcom to me then back to Malcom. “This isn’t over sweetheart, we’re not over.” She runs her finger down his cheek and he flinches away from her.

Smiling, she turns on her heels and walks to what I assume was her car.

Malcom sighs with relief.

“Lily! I owe you one.” He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly.

He picks up his bag and walks towards the carpark.

I watch his figure retreat. Within seconds he turns and smiles.

“You coming?” he asks and I follow him to his car.

We ended up going to dinner at my favourite Asian place. His was of saying ‘thank you for saving my life’.

I did what any friend would do. I began to try and make him feel better and make him smile. I’m not usually a funny person but it doesn’t stop me from trying. I think he was laughing more at me than with me but that’s okay. As long as he’s smiling then that’s fine with me.

What I really wanted to tell him is that he should be loved. Loved by someone with their whole hearts, someone who will lie with him and understand what they have in their arms. He deserves to be missed, kissed, loved by somebody like me.

A prize to be won

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There are some things that I don’t understand like why is the sky blue and what makes the earth spin but most of all I don’t understand why it’s the nice one’s who finish last.

I’ve recently found myself in a situation where I was crushing on a guy who didn’t seem to show any interest in me but would show interest in people that were either mean or as 2 dimensional as a piece of paper. I ask myself again and again, why do the nice one’s finish last?

I know that at one moment or another I’ve been guilty of pushing aside a nice guy for someone who was a jerk or didn’t like me back so in a way this story paints me as a hypocrite and like I said, in one way or another we all are.

We always tend to be line for the ones that treat us like shit or someone who shows no interest. I guess it seems to me that we want the things we can’t have and my crush? Well he’s as forbidden fruit as one can be. Why you ask? Because the ones we don’t want to lose usually are.

You could be nice and sweet and make yourself look as beautiful as you can and in the end he’s not going to notice me, because why would he notice the girl with a wonky smile, a round figure and a weird laugh?

Because he sees beauty as the prize to be won.

I’ll tell you all a secret, beauty fades. It is how someone makes you feel, not their beauty.

It’s the way he laughs at the awkward moments and the smile when he’s about to say something cheeky. How his voice sounds when he says your name and the way he hugs you goodbye.

It’s falling in love with the little things that make your heart beat just that little bit faster. It’s falling in love with your best friend, the one you can dream a life with. That is the real prize to be won.

Traded a diamond for a stone

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A/N: This short story was submitted to a creative anthology but didn’t make it passed the second round of voting. I’m excited that I get to share this with you all regardless of not making it through to the publishing stage.


Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smile. Today’s a big day for me. I’ve decided that I’m going to tell my best friend how I feel about him. I’ve chosen to wear something I know he already likes. Black skinny jeans with a white top and a light blue denim jacket. No makeup, he always teases me when I wear more than lip gloss.

My phone chimes with a text. My heart quickens.

The usual place x

Grinning I grab my bag, slip my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and walk out the door. Earphones in my ears, I nod my head in time with the music. The usual place. I smile. We’ve been having lunch at the White Lily once a week for the last two years. We always gossip about the current girl he’s been shagging or the guy I recently jumped into bed with. I scold him for his fuck boy tendencies while he would tease my miss fix it attitude.

It takes me twenty minutes to get to the cafe, I spot him immediately when I walk through the door. He sees me and waves me over to the usual table that we get. I like it because it’s hidden away in the back and is relatively private. He gets up to kiss me on the cheek before sitting back down.

“How you doing beautiful?” He asks.

Blushing, I sit in the chair he’s pulled out for me.

“Have you ordered?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “I’m more interested in what was so important that you couldn’t have told me on the phone.” He stares at me quizzically, head tilted to one side.

He’s talking about the vague voicemail I left him just after midnight. I was out drinking with my girlfriends. When I called I was way past the drunk stage, I barely remember what I said but from what my housemate relayed to me, it was something along the lines of, ‘hey, important, meet tomorrow?’ before spewing into a nearby garden.

That’s how we ended up here, in our favourite cafe with a zoo fluttering around in my stomach.

” I like to think that we’re pretty close friends who tell each other everything, am I right?”

I wait for him to answer but he just looks at me. Shit this isn’t going well.

“Anyway. Uh, I have feelings for you,” I blurt out.

A weight lifts off my chest, I’ve been holding these feelings in for such a long time. It feels good to get them out in the open. I smile awkwardly at him, waiting for him to say something, instead he laughs.

He laughs loud enough to have everyone in the cafe turn to look at us. After a few minutes he stops laughing, wiping tears away with the back of his hand.

“Wait, are you serious?”

I’m mortified, this is not going as well as I planned. I can’t speak so I nod.

He shakes his head.

“Babe, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re amazing and I love you but we’re just friends. Besides, you’re not my type.”

I feel my blood boil. Not his type? His he for real?

“Are you serious? You have said over and over again for two years now that you wish you could find a girl like me and when I finally get the courage to tell you how I feel, you turn around and say, ‘you’re not my type’? Are you for real right now?”

He looks at me like I just slapped him across the face.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing Wendy for six months now and you have complained every time I see you about how boring you find her and that you both barely talk.” My face feels like it’s on fire.

“Yeah so?” he shrugs his shoulders.

I roll my eyes.

“Geez Kyle! You keep telling me how much you want something that we have. To have a conversation that flows, the silliness and just generally enjoying each other’s company, right?”

He’s looking at the table, spinning the fork with his finger.

“And you’re not even listening to me are you,” Groaning angrily, my head falls into my hands.

“One day you’re going to wake up next to her, roll over and realise how unhappy you are. You’ll look back at this moment and realise you traded a diamond for a stone,” I grab my pride and walk out the door.


Keep it on the down low

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A/N: This story contains adult themes.

I look at the empty space next to me as I lay in bed. The alarm clock on the night stand flashing the time at me. It’s 2am and I know that I should be asleep but sleeping doesn’t come easy these days. I’ll lay awake staring at the ceiling most nights, listening to the possum running up and down the roof racks. Given that possums are usually nocturnal, it’s any wonder the damn thing is running around keeping me awake. Sighing loudly, I roll over and close my eyes for the hundredth time tonight but my phone rings.

DREW is calling. . .

                 DREW is calling. . .

                      DREW is calling. . .

“Hello?” I answer, turning on the light on the night stand next to me.

He’s quiet on the other end. It’s like he’s trying to think of an excuse to be ringing me so early in the morning.

“I wasn’t sure if you were still awake.” He finally replies. He sounds drunk. I guess at this time of night on a Friday he’d have to be either drunk or just waking up. Who knows.

“I am.” I say faking a yawn. Maybe if I pretend to be tired, he will just hang up the phone instead of inviting himself over. Something that he would usually do when he calls me.

He’s quiet again. This time for five minutes. The possum starts running throughout the ceiling again, making sounds as if it was talking to another possum.

“What do you want?” I ask him breaking the silence.

I hear him sigh softly, I imagine that he’s running his hand through his brown hair.

“I’m coming over.” He says before ending the call.

Sighing I make my way out of bed to find some clothes. He’s been coming over almost every weekend. Sometimes he will just lay in the bed next to me and drunkenly pass out while other times he will stare at me and tell me how beautiful I am until I finally give in and we start making out.

I find a dress on the floor and slip it over my head. It falls to my knees, the silkiness of the fabric swishes along my skin. I walk into the bathroom, brushing my hair into a ponytail. The fringe falls out almost instantly, forming a mess of curls on my forehead. I groan and turn on my hair straightener.

By the time I had straightened my fringe and brushed my teeth, I hear a car pull up into the gravel driveway. I’m in the kitchen pouring myself a glass of water when he lets himself in with a key that I didn’t know he had.

“Since when have you had a key to my place?” I ask sipping on the glass of water.

Shrugging his shoulders, he walks over to me. Licking his lips hungrily. I see that we aren’t even going to ease into it this time. He grabs a hold of my face with both hands and kisses me. I taste the many different kinds of alcoholic drinks that he has consumed tonight. The one that stands out is whisky, he always drinks whisky when he’s depressed about something but he would never tell me. Our friendship isn’t about talking, we let our bodies do the talking instead.

He stops kissing me. He sways slightly as he takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom.

We get to the bedroom and he struggles to take off his shoes, kicking them off and into the corner of the room hitting a wall in the process.

“Fuck!” he says loudly.

I try not to laugh; he’s swaying all over the place.

“Would you like me to?” I ask, stepping towards him.

He nods and smiles awkwardly. Oh dear god.

I place my hands under his shirt, running my fingers along his warm soft skin. Looking at him, his lips part slightly. He closes his eyes at the feel of my skin against his. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head and drop it to the floor.

My hands run up his forearms to his shoulders, I lean forward and kiss his chest down his chest softly. I sink down to my knees, my hands falling down his body as I do. I undo his belt and unzip his jeans and pull them down to his ankles, which he steps out of impatiently.

Bending down he wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up. Wrapping my legs around him, we start kissing each other. He moans into my mouth as he slaps my bare ass.

“No underwear?” he grins cheekily. “I like it.”

He chucks me onto the bed, knocking my legs apart with his and lowers himself onto me. He pushes my dress up with one hand and lifts me up with the other. I help by pulling it over my head.

“That’s better.” He announces as he looks over my body hungrily.

Without any warning, he thrusts himself inside me. I moan loudly, arching my back and pushing my hips into his. He begins thrusting faster, pushing himself in harder. He groans slightly as his hand cups my breast and squeezes softly. He starts kissing and nibbling at my neck, my body erupts in goosebumps. I giggle passionately. He knows that my neck is my kryptonite. I wrap my legs around him and thrust my hips into his, forcing him to thrust into me deeper.

Moaning loudly, almost screaming. My toes curl as I reach my climax, my muscles tighten and I feel myself explode around his erection inside me. My muscles tighten around him.

“Fucking hell!” he moans my name loudly as he collapses himself onto my chest.

Minutes later I can hear his breathing slow down and the sound of him snoring. I push him off me and onto the bed next to me and roll to my side, facing away from him.

Sighing softly, I close my eyes. I know that by the time I wake up in the morning, he will be gone. Like it never happened. What we do, it’s something that we keep on the down low.

You make me blush

short stories

“He’s here girl.” My best friend Amy nudges my arm with hers.

I turn in my chair to see the guy in question. He’s walking towards me, something he always does when he comes into the office every morning.

“Hey Carly.” He smiles down at me. I stand and give him a brief hug. It surprises him as much as it does me. Why did I do that?

“How was your weekend?” I ask him. He stands taller than my five-foot frame. I look up at him and he’s smiling as he explains what he got up to. I’m listening but not listening at the same time. He’s wearing a hat, white t-shirt with his sunglasses hanging on the neckline, black jeans and white Adidas shoes.

“… yeah so it was a pretty good weekend. What are you doing for lunch?” I hear him ask and I snap out of my daydream.

“It was good, I sat on the beach all weekend. I got a little sunburnt though.” I say sitting back down on my chair.

I hear him laugh and my heart beat quickens. His friend walks in and he excuses himself, waving as he walks away. I feel like my whole body has melted into my chair.

“What was that about?” Amy whispers.

I shrug my shoulders. I don’t know exactly what she’s talking about. I turn back to my computer and start reading the article I was reading before he walked in.

“I meant with you. You completely zoned out with he was talking to you.” Her hand collides with my arm, slapping me out of my mind.

Rubbing my arm, I stare at her. “What are you talking about?” I ask.

I look over to him to see he’s already looking at me smiling. I smile back and turn to Amy.

“You realise he asked you what you were doing for lunch and you blew him off by ignoring his question and began talking about getting burnt at the beach. I mean come on.” Amy looks at me blankly.

I stare at her, blinking quickly. “I thought he asked me what I did on the weekend.”

Amy shakes her head and returns to her work. I steal another glance in him direction before putting my earphones in my ears and pressing play on my phone.

I spend the next four hours working on my essay for one of my least favourite classes. Taking a sip of water, I close my eyes. The familiar throbbing in my head tells me that I’m getting a headache. Groaning I take my glasses off and rest my head on the desk.

“Are you okay?” I hear his voice and snap my head up.

“Yeah, sorry, yeah I’m okay.” I say rubbing my left eye with the back of my hand. “You heading home?” I ask and my heart beats fast again. Every time he comes in, I barely get to see him and I end up sad when he gets ready to leave.

“Yeah, what are you up to?” he asks smiling again. He’s always smiling, it makes me smile.

I point to the computer screen and explain that I’m working on a personal project and he nods his head and listens. It’s nice to have someone listen and pay attention to my work. He grabs the nearest chair and sits down next to me.

“What is it about?” he asks, creasing his brows while he reads the first paragraph of my work.

I laugh when he realises that the project is of a sexual nature.

“Oh yeah, it’s a fiction erotic fantasy.” I laugh and he shakes his head.

“Is he a billionaire fairy who is into BDSM?” he jokes.

I shake my head and laugh.

“No, he’s not really that rich but he does have more than one girlfriend though.” I say cheerfully.

He touches my shoulder, my body stiffens and he removes his hand.

“I should probably go.” He begins to walk away but I call out to him.

“Do you have to go straight away?” I ask him quietly.

“Not straight away, why?”

I touch his arm, “feel like having lunch with me?”

He nods and we walk towards the kitchen. He takes a seat at the nearest table while I go to the fridge and grab my lunch.

We sit and talk for a while, he tells me about his family and I tell him about mine. We bond over the music we like and have found that we have similar tastes.

“Can I say something?” I ask, changing the subject.

He nods and takes a sip of his drink.

“You make my blush; the way some people do when they have a crush. I’m trying so hard to be tough but the way I feel about you frightens me beyond belief.”

He moves his chair closer to me. What is he doing?

“So you like me?” Looking up at him, he’s smiling again. I love that smile.

He leans forward, his lips touch mine softly. “You make me blush too.”