I don't care how you read this but just please let the beat drop when they kiss, that's all I ask.

Ariya

Five years ago

"Yeah, I just never thought I'd really leave this place." My voice was soft.

The darkness engulfed us as the moonlight slightly illuminated the area. The park was empty rather than the usual day to day rush after school was let out. It was so quiet I felt as if I could hear my own pounding heartbeat. The creak of the swings as the old rusted metal chains rang deeply throughout my ears. The metal was cold against my hands.

"I'll miss you." Khyson spoke.

Both of us clad in our blue gowns.

"Don't, don't do that." I chuckled sadly, trying desperately to hide the imminent pain in my voice.

It was crazy to think how just today we graduated. That longing feeling of not knowing what to do. You're an adult now, but does it really feel like it?

It seemed as if my words silenced us both, not knowing what to say or do. I was leaving tomorrow yet we both hadn't brought it up because it was just too painful.

Too much pain.

"So, I still can't get you to change your mind about leaving?" His voice was pained and you could tell just how hard he was trying not to show it. I dropped my head, looking down into my lap and chuckled out loud.

"No."

"How about I let you stay over.. one last time, huh?" He bargained.

One last night.

"Like the old days." I could feel his smile from here, I turned my head to the right and saw him staring down at me. Those pleading eyes burning a hole straight through my conscience. I felt myself breaking once again.

"One night, please, Ariya." He begged. I sighed loudly before feeling a small droplet of water hit my bare wrist. We both glanced up noticing the drizzle. By the mere seconds the droplets became bigger and bigger until I felt his hand grip my wrist.

He pulled me up and off the swing, we ran to his car and quickly slid in. We both sat there panting. I smoothed down my wet hair and watched him run a smooth hand over his. His head turned to mine and we both stared.

It was like I knew what he was saying, his eyes always told a story. I always seemed to get lost in those deep brown irises.

I've been best friends with Khyson since the fourth grade, I'd think I'd know how to read him by now.

"I'll stay." I smiled.

He smiled and shoved the keys into the ignition. The whole ride to his house was spent silent. Just the rain harshly slapping against the window.

We then pulled into the nice neighbourhood of his house. We both ran inside and stood inside, panting as the water dripped from our clothes.

He placed a finger over his lips indicating that his grandma had been sleeping. I quietly followed him up the stairs that had luckily been carpeted.

We made it to his room and he slowly closed the door to make sure it wouldn't noise. I watched tentatively as he strode over to his dresser. He pulled his gown off to reveal his suit and tie that I had seen only hours ago. Tugging at the tie, it went loose so he could pull it off. Removing his dress jacket and tossing it aside. He unbuttoned exactly three buttons before turning to face me.

"Here, you can borrow these and shower." He tilted his head to open bathroom door in his room. I walked up to him, taking the clothes and walking into the bathroom. I stripped of my damp clothes and hopped in his shower.

I can't even tell you how many times I've showered in here. The endless muddy days at the park, the sleepovers when we were young.

After I was done I gripped the knob and shut the water off, stepping out and drying my body with one of his white towels. I stared at his clothes that laid on the counter.

He always lent me his clothes.

I smiled before slipping on his grey boxers and large red shirt that ended right above my knees.

I gathered my damp clothes and the moment I stepped out there he was in just some sweats, no shirt. Quickly he took my clothes and disappeared behind the door. A little ways later he came back and smiled.

He locked the door.

I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, his deep blue linen sheets pressing against my skin. I placed my two hands beside me, gripping at the fabric. I glanced up at his eyes.

No.

I knew exactly what was flooding through his mind.

I diverted my eyes from his and placed them on my lap. I could feel the cold air from the air conditioner pricking my eyes.

I bit down on my lip to contain the quiver and quickly swiped the underside of my nose.

Looking back up at him just to see his eyes in the same spot. His face was contorted in pain.

I pressed my lips together and shrugged. Feeling the tears escape my eyes. The warm, salty drops cascading down my cheeks.

"I'm gonna miss you." He whispered.

Yet I could hear his voice loud and clear from the end of the room.

"Me too." I bit my lip.

He shoved his hands in the pockets of his grey sweats and walked up to the bed with his head down.

"I only have what, ten hours left with you." He smiled sadly and I nodded. His hands came up to cup my cheeks and I felt myself completely crumble.

He knew exactly how to break me.

Our foreheads found each other and we sat there in silence.

Painful silence.

"I love you, Ariya."

"I love you too, Khyson." I chuckled.

"No, Ariya.. I you."

"What?" I suddenly pulled back as his hands dropped from my cheeks to his sides.

"I'm in love with you, Ariya. I have been I just-it doesn't matter. We're pr-"

"It doesn't matter?" I chuckled madly, feeling the anger bubbling within. He stared down at me in confusion.

"Ariya?"

"Don't fucking tell me you're in love with me, okay." I poked his chest and he furrowed his brows.

"Why are you so mad?"

"You can't just do that! You can't just say things you don't mean!" I lashed out and he took a worried step forward.

"I do! I meant every word! I love you!"

"No you don't!" My voice was laced with deep, imminent pain from his words.

"Yes I do! I have! For years!"

"Why are you telling me this now, ten fucking hours before I leave for god damn university, huh?!" I was set off, something inside of me needed more.

"I-I don't know, okay! Happy?! Why are you making this a big deal!?" He asked, raising his arms.

"Because!"

"Because what?!"

"Because.." My voice had instantly lowered and I looked up at him. Our eyes meeting until I noticed his pupils dilate. His face laced with immediate realization and I curled my lips in confession.

"I you too." I whispered.

He stared down, I stared up. It seemed as if we had both gotten lost in each others eyes. I couldn't seem to fathom anything but his eyes. My own mind blocked out everything, just leaving us.

It was.. just us.

Us.

Suddenly he reached out to grab my cheeks and smashed our lips together. Maybe if he hadn't told me he was deeply in love with me I would've pulled back. But I knew, I knew he felt the same way. It would benefit neither of us, but I just couldn't resist myself.

We seemed to have molded together so instantly.

I quickly wrapped my two arms around his neck and let his hands grip my waist to hoist my legs around his waist. His hands tightly gripped my thighs.

"I love seeing you in my clothes, let alone my boxers." He groaned into my mouth.

I heard every word yet my mind was too caught up within the lust to respond. I moaned into his mouth before his hands left my thighs to pull up his shirt that I wore. Leaving me in just his boxers.

He braced his knee on the edge of the bed and leaned over so my body fell upon it. Leaving me to stare up at his tall frame. I bit my lips as my fingers curled around the navy blue linen. In the matter of seconds his fingers gripped the band of his sweats and they were tugged to the floor and flung away. He then tugged his boxers down, leaving me flushed and shocked.

Yes, I've been friends with him for about eight years so there has been a couple times where I've seen his dick.

I definitely don't think it's always been that long.

He leaned over to his side table and reached in for what was revealed to be a condom.

He teared open the gold foil with his teeth and slid it off.

I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused, more and more wet with every given minute.

He slipped it on and dived on top of me, locking me down with no escape. His lips found mine and his tongue slipped in, hitting every spot imaginable inside. My eyes rolled back and he smirked. Gripping the hem of his boxers that laid on my waist, until they were tugged off and he thrusts himself inside of me.

My back arched off the bed and I moaned out loud, not caring who heard me. He pressed his warm lips against mine and I let myself moan against him.

Pleasure spread all around me and I desperately wrapped my legs around his torso to gain more friction, to bring myself closer and closer over the edge.

Khyson had seemed to stop caring when he began to pound into me at a faster rate, hearing our own skin slapping against each other.

My body burned, it burned with pleasure and pain.

Until I realized I loved him, I've always loved him. Tears where running down my cheeks because I was leaving him, because we'd never see each other again, because I'll be living my life without him and I confessed my love only ten hours before. I loved him so god damn much and he never knew.

"God, Ariya." He groaned.

I could feel myself coming close.

"Are you close?" He groaned.

I panted heavily and regained enough breath to respond.

"Yes!" I moaned.

His hands cupped my cheeks, wiping my tears and pressing our lips together for a passionate kiss. Leaving us both completely breathless. I needed air yet I couldn't pull away.

"God, I love you, Ariya."

"I love you so much, Khyson."

He quickened his speed and I could feel his dick twitch inside of me before I came.

Every single muscle in my body seemed to tense and my vision spotted, it was a feeling I never truly experienced with this much pleasure and pain. My back completely left the bed and my nails dug into his back. Strings of loud moans escaped my mouth and I could feel his hands all over my body.

Until we both collapsed and only our deep panting, and heavy breaths were heard within the thick air.

It was just him and I.

Khyson and Ariya.

Him and her.

But not for long.

Are we still friends?