《Just Realize》Hidden Feelings
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It was 8:00 and Naya was exhausted, still she couldn't take her mind off her best friend, Heather. She loved Heather, she had been loving her for about three years now, unfortunately Heather was engaged to Taylor.
Naya had broken the top main rules of the lesbian rule book; never fall in love with your best friend especially if she's straight. "Ughh! Why Heather? Why?" Naya asked herself out loud.
A knock on the door soon interrupted her whining. "Going." Naya answered as she slowly got up the couch and headed for the door. When Naya opened the door a tall slim, blonde with the smallest waist stood at the door step. "Hey Nay ready to go home?" Heather happily asked even though she knew the answer already. "Ohhh god yes baby!" Naya suddenly froze as she realized what she had just said. Heather in the other hand didn't seem to put much mind to it."Then let's go. Get your stuff and lets go!" Naya did as she was told and gathered her stuff and soon both women were on their way towards Heather's car. Naya was relieved Heather had not paid attention to the words that had poured out of her mouth not too long ago. What Naya didn't know was that Heather had actually really paid attention, too much attention and she loved the way it sounded coming out of the brunettes mouth. Heather didn't want to bring it up though since she thought that her best friend had just said it in a friendly manner.
They got into the car in silence and exited the parking lot. "So Naya whose house should we go to yours or mine?" "Obviously mine Heather." Because Taylor is at yours and I hate seeing you guys together, she added to herself. "What do you mean obviously?" Heather asked with a confused look on her face. "I don't know....It's umm because well Taylor is at your house and I feel, i don't know awkward. Naya said trying not to reveal the jealousy she felt towards Heather's fiance. "Oh my god Nay since when? I thought you felt comfortable around him." Heather said through giggles. "Well see it's not like that. It's just that you guys are engaged and together, and when i'm at your house with you I feel like a sorta cock blocker." Naya explained. Heather thought it was cute and laughed at her friend. "Aww sweetie it's okay Taylor and I are fine with it. He really likes you." Heather said reaching over and squeezing the other girls arm. Naya just smiled and nodded. "Today we can go to your house if you want to though, okay." Heather offered. "Sure, but if you want to go with Taylor you can go. Just drop me off. Naya said, but really hoped Heather would choose her over him. "No it's okay. Today i want to spent the whole night with my best friend if that's okay with you, of course?" The blond said grabbing Naya's free hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. "And maybe I could even sleep over, if you want?" She finished, with a wink. "Id love that." Naya said blushing but hiding it. With that Heather drove off to Naya's house. The ride home was quiet and calm.
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When Heather pulled into the driveway she looked over to the other girl that was now deep in sleep. Heather sat there in the driver's seat taking in Naya's cent and beauty. "She's just so beautiful, how can I make myself stop loving her if every time we touch it sends shivers down my spine and butterflies into my stomach." Heather thought to herself. "If only I wasn't with Taylor."She finished out loud gently putting a piece of hair behind the sleeping woman's ear. "If she just knew how much I love her." The blonde's thoughts were soon washed off as she noticed Naya moving in her seat. "Hey sleepy head?" Heather greeted "Are we there yet?" Naya asked in a high sleepy voice while rubbing her eye and earning a slight chuckle from the blonde. "Yes sweetie we're here. Come on lets go inside." Heather said while opening the door to get out. Naya got out as well and followed behind walking up to the front door unlocking it.
Once inside both girls just lay on the couch Naya on the right side and Heather on the left. "What are you doing?" Heather asked. "Hu?!" Naya asked confused. "Come here. Come cuddle with me. We haven't done that in a long time." Heather said pulling Naya closer to her. "Oh okay.. I guess." Naya said getting closer to her. After a moment of laying together both girls slowly drifted off to sleep.
Naya was the first to wake up, since she had slept in the car. When she got up she stood there in front of the couch admiring the other girls perfect figure and unique way of sleeping. "She truly is beautiful. Why Heather? Why can't it be me. Why Taylor? I love you. The passion and strength of this love feels like nothing I've ever felt before." Naya thought to herself and then sighted.
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