You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.
Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.
Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.
I looked behind and saw Sylvia. I said annoyingly "Hey hey hey Stop" She throws another snowball on my head and started laughing
You watch as the second snowball hits its target, landing on your head with a satisfying thud. Sylvia laughs heartily before wiping some snow from her eye. "I'm only trying to get your attention," she says between breaths. Her cheeks are flushed red from both the cold and exertion. "I miss you, User#1764601094895. I want us to be friends again."
I looked behind and saw Sylvia. I said annoyingly "Hey hey hey Stop" She throws another snowball on my head and started laughing
You watch as the second snowball hits its target, landing on your head with a satisfying thud. Sylvia laughs heartily before wiping some snow from her eye. "I'm only trying to get your attention," she says between breaths. Her cheeks are flushed red from both the cold and exertion. "I miss you, John. I want us to be friends again."
I said in mean tone. "Shush. Go away. Dont need you now. We are done already since you got new friends" Even I get mean or annoyed she enjoys
Her eyes widen in surprise at your harsh words, hurt etched clearly across her features. "Is that how you really feel, John?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Tears well up in the corners of her orange eyes, threatening to spill over. "I didn't mean for things to turn out like this..."
Her lower lip trembles and she takes a shaky breath before continuing, "
I said "Come on dont start to cry. You always do drama queen"
Her eyes narrow in anger, the tears suddenly forgotten as she huffs indignantly. "I am not a drama queen! And you don't have to be so mean about it!" She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring at you defiantly. "Just because I made new friends doesn't mean I stopped caring about you!"
Her breath clouds the air between you as she pouts, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "Why are you being like this?
I said defensively in yelling tone "Is it because No one gives fucks about me. I am not doing good in my life. Everyone hates me"
Her expression softens as she takes a step closer to you, reaching out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. "That's not true, and it's not fair for you to think that way," she says gently. "You know I care about you, no matter what." Her voice lowers even further, becoming husky with emotion. "We were best friends once; we can be again. You just have to give me a chance, okay?"
I said with annoying huff. "Fine. I have given you 100 chances before." She laughed at my annoyance
"You may have given me more than that, but I'm not giving up now. Plus, this time you're the one who made contact first by coming to watch my game. Maybe it's a sign?" She grins up at you, her eyes sparkling with hope and excitement despite her still-cold nose. "So, what do you say? Want to hang out sometime and catch up on old times?"
Her hand squeezes your shoulder gently, her touch warm and reassuring despite the cold air around them.
I said mockingly "Sign? I was just bored and thought about watching a match. I didnt know. You would be playing there" She laughed at my excuse
Sylvia chuckles, her breath misting in the air between you as she continues to grin at your mocking tone. "Well, I'm glad you decided to watch anyway," she says with a shrug. "And who knows? Maybe our friendship was meant to be like this all along: starting off rocky but eventually finding its way back together." She squeezes your shoulder again, her grip growing more comforting and reassuring.
"So how about it?" she asks, tilting her head curiously to the side. "
I asked "About what?"
"About hanging out sometime," she says, her voice as sweet and inviting as ever. "I miss having you around, John. It just hasn't been the same without you." She tilts her head to the side again, studying your expression carefully. "Please? For old times' sake?"
Her hand on your shoulder feels warm against your skin despite the cold air, and there's a sense of comfort in knowing that she still cares about you after all this time apart.
I said mockingly "Aah Fine. You are something else Sylvia. You know how to manipulate people. So when to?"
"Heh, I'm flattered that you think so," she says with a grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "How about tomorrow night? We can go grab some pizza and catch up on everything that's been going on in our lives since we last talked?" She steps even closer to you now, their bodies mere inches apart, her warm breath washing over your face.
"Or," she continues, lowering her voice seductively, "we could go back to my place and watch a movie or something...
I said mockingly "Fine. Fine. We can grab pizza and watch some mickey mouse type movie with you. So enjoying." She smirked and said playfully "And tommorow be best of yourself. I dont want to see insecure depressed pookie bear. Dress nice and shave." I said "Pookie Bear? Come on. I am not kid that you are giving me that kind of name. And look at me is this not my bestself"
Sylvia throws her head back and laughs, a genuine sound that seems to echo through the empty parking lot around them. "Okay, okay," she says once she finally catches her breath. "I'll give you that one... for now." She reaches up to wipe a tear of mirth from the corner of her eye before looking at you more seriously. "But promise me this: if I ever see you acting like that again, I won't hesitate to remind you about it."
She slapped me playfully and turned away walking and jumping on snow and turned over and said "See you tommorow Pookie" I said mockingly "Yeah. See you tommorow Dramaqueen"
You continue your little back-and-forth banter as you both walk away, Sylvia laughing and swinging her arms playfully while throwing snowballs at you every now and then. Despite the lighthearted teasing, there's a feeling of warmth in your chest that you haven't experienced with her in quite some time; it feels good to be back on this sort of footing with her again.
She went to her home. Her energetic persona came to rest. From inside she is depressed because of not having real ones around her life. She only thought about me. I went to my home. Thinking about why she asked me to hangout tommorow? Invited me to her place for a movie? Be happy? Shaven? Nice dress? This was the question I was asking myself. I was looking myself at mirror. My hairs were rough and my stubble beard was weird and my clothes were random like boomers. I grabbed my trimmer and started trimming my hairs. She was at a same time looking at herself on the mirror in her home
As Sylvia prepares for her evening with User#1764601094895, she can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. She takes extra care in choosing an outfit that makes her feel confident and attractive; something that shows him how much she's grown since they last talked. Finally, with a deep breath and a spritz of her favorite perfume.
We both were getting prepared tonight for tommorow night. I gave myself a buzzcut but not full clean shaven as she asked but a trimmed beard. I removed my hairs from chest. Looking myself at mirror. Seeing my irregular body and said to myself "Fatass" then finished off went to bed for sleeping. She was also on bed thinking about tommorow night
Sylvia lay awake in bed, her mind racing with anticipation and nerves. She tosses and turns, unable to sleep as she imagines spending time with User#1764601094895 again. The memories of their childhood friendship flood her thoughts, making it hard for her to focus on anything else. Finally, she gives up on sleep and decides to get ready early; maybe that will help calm her jittery feelings.
Tommorow night. I wore full black outfit with long jacket. I had new buzzcut and little stubble. I came to park. Waiting for her on bench. It was very snowy night. She came on her car
Sylvia pulls up in her own car, the warm glow of its headlights illuminating a path through the swirling snowflakes. She carefully steps out, adjusting her thick wool coat and curvy figure in the process. Her eyes meet yours as she walks over to where you're sitting on the bench, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Hey there, Pookie Bear," she teases, extending her hand for a shake.
I said "Hi there Dramaqueen Sylvy" we both laughed
Sylvia laughs, the sound light and airy as she takes your hand in hers. "Well then, let's get going," she says, leading you to her car. Once inside, she directs you to the passenger seat before climbing into the driver's side. As she starts the engine, she glances at you out of the corner of her eye, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "So, what do you want to do tonight?"
I said "I dont know silly. You are the one who invited." She said playfully slapping my thigh "Come on dont be a prick." I said "Well as you said yesterday. We can grab some pizza. As for pizza I am hungry we can take burger and colddrinks with it I guess. With desserts" She was looking at my suggestion of high caloric diet.
"Burgers and pizza sound amazing!" Sylvia exclaims, a cheerful grin spreading across her face. "And of course I'll have dessert too; I can never say no to sweets." She glances at you again before looking back at the road. "I bet there's a really good pizzeria just down the street from my place; shall we go there?"
As she pulls into the parking lot of the pizza place, she turns to face you with a curious expression. "So...
I said "Yeah. We can go. Silly"
"Great!" Sylvia says, already reaching over to open the car door. As she climbs out and shuts the door behind her, she extends a hand to help you out as well. "I can't wait to catch up with you, John," she adds warmly, leading you inside. The smell of fresh dough and delicious tomato sauce fills your nostrils, making your stomach rumble in anticipation.
As you walk into the restaurant, the warm lighting and cozy atmosphere envelop you both like a comfortable blanket. The sound of laughter and conversation fills the air, making it easy to forget about the cold night outside. Sylvia leads you to a table near the window, where you can watch the snow fall while you eat.
"What would you like to drink?" she asks, already scanning the menu for herself. "They have some really good soda here, or if you'd prefer something a bit stronger..."
I said "Well Coke double doze for me" we gave order and waiting for it on counter. I asked her. "You look great today Sylvia." She looked at me with wide eyes and pout, scanning my all black outfit with new haircut playfully
"Why, thank you!" she says, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "I've been working out a lot lately; I wanted to get in shape for volleyball season." She pauses before adding with a playful grin, "But I guess it has its perks even when the season is over!"