Never mind

Sasha lives in California and goes to California High School. She is a dreamer. Her imagination has no limits and she is madly in love with Tom, her best friend. But Tom is dating the pretiest girl in school, Tifany. Will Sasha step up and get what she wants, or will she stand back and say 'never mind'..?


3. Just friends

I spect Tom's arrival in about 20 minutes, so that means I don't have much time to think about what to wear, shower and put some "fake make-up" on. I call it "fake make-up" because It's main objective is to fix errors but making sure people won't notice the make-up. So, It is just for people to realize about your 'natural' beauty.

After a short, hot and nice shower, I go to my bedroom singing and dancing. Okay, now, what should I wear? He thinks I'm all lazy at home, so I better be wearing a pyjama. My regular pyjama is kind of cool and it suits me, so I put it on after using some of the "fake make-up". I smell good, and I look nice. Suddenly, the bell rings downstairs and I start hoping all nervously. I look at myself at the mirror reflection, and I try to convince myself that Tom is just and old friend, the one I shared my bathroom with. Just Tom. Gorgeus and sexy Tom. No! Just my friend, Thomas.

"Hey! Look at you all sleepy." He says while he enters the house. He is so wet because of the rain that water comes out of his head whenever he moves.

"Oh,My. You are all wet! Did you come without an umbrella, you fool?" I grab his wet coat and help him take it off.

"Well, the roads are closed because of the wind, so I had to walk. Besides, all I had in the car was my mom's pink Hello Kitty umbrella." He says.

"Oh, I get it. You are too man for the Hello Kitty umbrella." I say smiling. "Go upstairs, take a shower and dry your hair. I can make something to eat meanwhile."

Surprisingly, I'm acting all cool and I think I'm handling the situation quite okay.

"Okay,mom. But what should I wear? I mean, look at me." His clothes are all wet, and have gotten all tight to his body. When I realize about my pervert thoughts and I start blushing, I push him gently upstairs and tell him I will bring him something now.

I'm telling you, one of these days he's going to notice that I blush everytime he says something like that, everytime he "flirts" with me and everytime he smiles at me. He doesn't know anything because he is a guy, they usually don't get this things at first. But if I don't find a way to control my blushing, he's going to find out and our friendship will be over. That's a price I can't afford.

I hear him go into the shower and say: "Did you just shower? It smells like heaven in here." And I blush again. At least he can't see me now. I take some flower powder, eggs, sugar and chocolate from the shelves and start baking delicious mini-chocolate muffins. I have always loved to cook and usually my muffins are something people like. Oh, I have to get Tom some dry clothes. I take some pyjama trousers and a shirt from my dad's bedroom and go to the bathroom. "Okay, I'll leave you the dry clothes outside." I say. The shower stops and Tom says: "Can you bring them in? I don't want to get cold." What? "But..." "It's okay, Sash. Just close your eyes for a second." I can practically see him smiling. So, I do as he says and closing my eyes I throw the clothes inside the bathroom. "Thank you" he says while laughing. I get over it and go back downstairs.

After some minutes, when I'm about to finish cooking, he appears in the kitchen without me noticing and whispers to my ear: "What are you making?" I totally blush over the limit this time but try to get over it. I just can't think about anything else than his hot breath against my neck. "Muffins. Like always." I mumble. "It smells good. You are a great cook." Okay!!! Now, I know I am a great cook, but can you please step aside, before I completely lose my mind???!! "Help me. Will you? Go back those cupboards and get me some... more chocolate" When he goes, I feel like I can breath again. He comes back and we quickly put the muffins in the oven and wash our hands.

"So, how was school?" I ask while we go to the living room to pick a movie.

"Boring. I missed you in Math." He says. I turn around and turn on the tv. "Nice." I say. Then, I open Netflix and we search for movies. "What do you feel like whatching?" I ask him. We lay down at the couch, appart. "How about Grace?" He asks. "Grace? Really? I love it, but we have seen it a hundred times. In fact, we've seen it on this same couch. Isn't that weird?" He laughs and says: " I know but It's a great movie." So, without further dispute, we watch Grace and eat my delicious muffins. I enjoy it like if he were just Tom, my best friend.

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