MyBestie - 1

I was dancing to my ipod music, jumping up and down to the beat, making up dance moves as I went. Then I smiled and laughed as I turned around to look at Tristan who had been watching me the whole time. He had a very intense look on his face, which was quickly replaced with a fake smile when I turned around. He opened his mouth, closed it, and tilted his head like his was thinking, then he spoke.
"I love you."
I was shocked, relieved, and nervous.
"I love you too."
Awkward silence. He just kept staring at me as if he could read my mind. I nervously took a sip of my soda. Then I started looking around the room looking for anything that could possibly catch my attention. Nothing. So I started drumming on the desk silently.
"Interesting."

I jumped, not expecting him to say anything. He chuckled. I chuckled too.
"You had to do that huh?"
"Yea…Couldn’t resist."
I looked at the clock on my headboard, 10:23.
"You need to go home and get some rest, we got a big day ahead of us!"
He grabbed his math book and opened it up on his lap.
"I can’t believe you’d deny me a chance to do my homework in steady working environment." He said fighting a smile.
"Believe it." I said laughing. " No but really, we’re leaving like really early in the morning. You can do your homework another day."
He stared at me with an amused look on his face. After a second he extended his arms towards me.

"I need a hug."
I rolled my eyes playfully and jumped into his arms. We wrestled for a second, laughing loudly, until he was laying on top of me, both of our heads laying on a pillow.
"Good night baby girl." He said leaning his head against mine and slowly closing his eyes.
I started to push him away, scooting back towards the other side of the bed.
"Why are you doing that? We’ve been best friends since third grade and you don’t trust me enough to know that I’d never do anything to you?"
I just lay there. I did trust him more than anyone else in the world. So why was I acting like that? After a minute he pulled me back towards him and we fell asleep.

I was walking down the dark hall, jacket in hand. It was happening again. There at the end of the hall was the door I’d seen so many times before. I remembered its pattern. Remembered its color. My mind was screaming at me. "Don’t open the door!" But I did it. I opened the door and let out a blood-curling scream.