AMELIA.
“Is it okay to say that I want you back.” He said sharply.
Like he didn’t think about it before he said it. I’m shocked and surprised at his outburst. Honestly, I didn’t think he would say this to me. Or even say anything about this issue, but here I was.
Sitting down and listening to him tell me that he wanted me back. As his friend? Because the phrase he used was mainly used for when two lovers broke up.
He wants me back? If I wasn’t smart enough, I would have interpreted it into something else. But I was smart, so I wasn’t going to act like an idiot.
“Look at me Amelia.” He said and I didn’t want to.
I would melt if I did, I didn’t want to.
“Amelia, look at me.” He said slowly and softly that I couldn’t help but bend to his will.
“What do you want from me, Dylan?” I asked him.
“I want you.” He repeated and I rolled my eyes, not wanting to hear that term again.
“Stop saying you want me, we both know who you want and that we used to be friends. You’re not in any position to use that term. We’re not friends anymore, remember?” I said in one breath.
“Okay, I want you back as my friend. I miss you terribly, Amelia. Just give me this chance to make things right.” He pleaded in a pained voice and I could not help but look at him weirdly.
“Don’t forget the things you wrote about me In your diary Dylan. I didn’t forget them even if you did. You love Valerie, remember? You always came to me because you pity me. I’m sure you can finally be with Valerie now.” I muttered, trying to keep the pain out of my voice.
“I don’t want Valerie. It was just a stupid crush in the middle school. What you saw has been Written since the last time I went over to her place for a party she was holding.” He explained but I was yet to wrap my head around his words as I stared at him with a blank expression.
He seemed to notice my confusion so he tried explaining better. “I mean about Valerie. The part where I wrote those things about you in my diary. That was also all a dare. Valerie dared me to write something or anything that was sure to hurt your feelings, and knowing you well enough, I was able to know your soft spots and how to hurt yo-” he paused for some seconds, his head bowed before me as he sighed deeply.
He was right. We’ve been friends for long enough and it’s only normal for him to know how he could hurt my feelings. But never had I thought that the Dylan who always rescued me, cared and gave me utmost attention would actually use them to hurt me.
“I am sorry, Amelia. I shouldn’t have done all that. I shouldn’t have agreed to the dare because if I didn’t then we wouldn’t be like this. You mean a lot to me, Amelia, more than you could ever imagine,” He confessed and I couldn’t help pressing my lips into a thin line because I was about to cry.
I was already melting for him once again but I knew I shouldn’t. He hasn’t been forgiven yet. He hurt me deeply and now I was trapped with that witch called Alura…
“I wrote those things because Valerie promised to let you off the hook for seven good days and never bully you. Then I thought since I was going to be away from school on a trip that my dad was about to take me on, then it should be good if i do it and be sure that you would be safe at school without getting bullied by her.”
“I promise you that everything I did was for your good and benefit. My feelings and love for you has always been genuine. The rest was all just some misunderstanding that could be sorted out with a good conversation…” He said, he sounded so honest and sinceeeeee but my brain wouldn’t let me trust anything he was saying even if my heart already believed him.
“I don’t believe you.” I blurted, acting defiant.
“I promise that I was going to tell you actually, you just saw it by chance. I brought the diary out on that day so that you could see them and I’ll tell you what happened at the party while we snacked on the groceries I got before tearing the page off.”
“I was planning on going further with you that day, I wanted us to be a thing… to be in a boyfriend and girlfriend kind of relationship but I couldn’t explain it to you properly before that happened. I messed up, I know,” he grumbled, raking his fingers as he palmed his whole face in frustration.
“I fucked up big time, Amelia, and I am deeply sorry that it happened like that and I’m not going to force you at all. I just want us to go back to being friends because I am pretty sure there’s no chance for us to be a thing like I had planned… At least not after how I had hurt you so terribly.”
“I’ll also understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore and that you’re still mad at me. But just take your time to think about it. Think about everything I told you…” he said and I sighed.
I really wasn’t expecting this and I was surprised.
I liked it, I wanted him back. But was I honest that I wanted him to be just my friend? Could I actually endure being friends with him again?
I knew it would hurt me badly if he hurt me again.
“I don’t know Dylan. You hurt me, you hurt me really badly. I’m not even sure I’m back from the things I saw that day. You and Valerie would make such a beautiful couple though.” I said smiling with so much bitterness in my voice.
“Don’t say that Amelia. You know very well that it’s a lie. Just, just please. I promise not to hurt you that way anymore.” He promised, pleading with me.
“So let’s get things straight. Is it basically because of the way I look now that you want to be friends with me?” I asked him and his eyes dimmed a little bit before he answered.
“Amelia,” he began, his voice in a hushed whisper.
“This is going to seem very weird but I honestly preferred your old body. Maybe with a little tummy and we would have worked on your waist together. I liked your thighs and everything that made you thick. I didn’t know how it all started, I swear. I just knew that I started getting attracted to you and from there, I started liking you genuinely.” He confessed to me and I let out a shaky breath.
Damn it, I was on the verge of moving on. I really wanted to forget about my bitter past and try to work on the request of the witch, but here I was. Thinking about being friends with Dylan again.
“Dylan, you hurt me.” I repeated in a small voice. Trying to let him understand the extent of what he did to me.
I couldn’t take another hurt like that even if he meant good for me when he accepted that dare. But what if it was all a fake? What if everything he said was a lie? A story he made up story to get into my life again? I knew the toll it took on me and how long I was hospitalized so I couldn’t afford to be a fool for him once again.
It had pushed me to do something that could cost my life and that of his own life. I wasn’t the type to blame others for my choices, but at the end of the day, something pushed me.
And that’s why I was here.
With a banging body.
Hopefully, the decision I was about to make next won’t be a regret. The witch was after Dylan’s life. So maybe if I kept him closer to me, he would be safer and I would be able to keep my eyes on him. I think that was a good idea.
I wasn’t sure about what I was doing, I could only hope that it all made sense at the end.
“I don’t want to be hurt like that again.” I told him and he nodded.
“I know, you won’t find yourself in a situation where you’ll be like that again. I promise you. I promise you. I miss you so much.” He muttered and I could feel my heart swell with tears.
“I missed you too.” I said in a small voice and he smiled at me, before I could blink he crushed me Into his arms in a tight hug.
I could hardly breathe but I enjoyed the hug, it comforted me and the fact that I could inhale his scent again made me happy.
I held him tighter too. Enjoying the way we both held each other. The comfort I had long craved. It’s been a very long while.
“I promise not to hurt you again.” He promised and kissed my neck, an action that sent goosebumps on my skin and a chill rolling down my spine.
I managed not to moan at the sensation and only settled for clenching my thighs together.
Oh lord, I hope this wasn’t going to be a bad idea.