Chapter 3

...Miggy...

I looked back to see Cassie gulping over the view of beers on the table. Cassie was always scared of trying something new and liquor is something she will never get used to because she doesn't drink. Well, she did drink once before but it was like a shot and she nearly puked everything she had eaten for diner but that was way back then. Who knows how she was in college.

Also, there was that one time, after a successful event we had catered, she got so drunk she made so many unnecessary passes on me. But what bugged me the most was not when my boyfriend at that time saw her almost kissing me but it was when we got in my condo. My boyfriend at that time understood everything, of course, we both know she's just a friend...obviously but as I laid her on my bed, I could feel my whole body go weak. I felt my body heating up as she had taken off her own clothes in front of me. I was so turned on I don't even think I blinked for a second. I could remember gulping so much when she had finally taken off her pants and just laid on my bed in her undies. When she had finally settled, I went near her to tuck her in but then she pulled me down to kiss her. The craziest thing was that I didn't just let her, I kissed her back. In the spur of the moment, My hand even trailed her body and I could still feel the warmth of her breast on my hands as I was cupping her. I was about to climb in bed with her but somehow I came to my senses and I pulled away. I quickly headed to the door and before I could go out, I heard her say the three dreaded words I wish she would never say, "I love you." I didn't want her saying that to me because I knew I could never reciprocate it...well, not until that day when I almost ravished my best friend. That was why I left. I wanted to take some time to get to know myself more. I was just so confused. I didn't break up with my boyfriend because of her it was because I found out days later that he had cheated on me. I just couldn't find the courage to tell her why. I mean how can you tell your best friend who has been in love with you all this time that you might feel the same way? right?

"What drink would you like? Surely, there's nothing for you on this table," I offered.

"Thanks, Migz, I appreciate that."

"Of course, I know you pretty darn well. Just wait here. I'll be back," I went out.

I went to the counter and ordered a drink for Cassie.

"Guys, this is Cassidie, my best friend since grade school," he turned to his friends.

"Dude! I can't believe you weren't convinced to be a man when she tried to kiss you! She's beautiful," one of his friends commented.

A smile marked my amusement. The little bastard is right. Why didn't I turn into a man when she tried to kiss me? Cassie is a beautiful woman indeed; she's her parent's work of art. She has a fair complexion. Her dark brown eyes would sparkle even brighter than stars. She has light pink lips and long lashes. She has a perfectly proportioned nose even though she's not done any kind of plastic surgery on herself. Her cheeks are chubby and pink even without some blush. She was always simple and she doesn't put much make-up on; although, she has an obsession with eyeliners. Her voice is like a thousand angels singing especially when she sings. She also has a big heart and she's very patient. She is definitely a prize to look forward to.

"One Shirley Temple and a Virgin Mojito please to room one," I told the bartender.

"Coming right up," he replied.

I went back to the room. The moment I got there I overheard their conversation.

"Well, that's kind of the problem...I don't drink," Cassie said.

"Wow, you guys have been friends for a very long time. He knows you quite well. Was there ever a woman who fell for him?" one of my friends asked.

Well, the thing is, I did find a soccer field of women who fell for me but there was only one woman in particular who gave me chills...Cassie. I don't really know why and how but she seems to have had an impact on me. Her mere touch tickles me and the softness of her voice ring in my ear. Even when she was mad, I felt like she was just gentle. I couldn't even say her name without stuttering. There were times when I thought, am I falling for her?

"I guess there was one. I just don't know her," she finally answered.

"So you mean to say, someone actually fell in love with him?" another friend of mine said."Wow, that girl is stupid," he went on.

"So, tell us;" one of them went near me, "has he never made a move on you? like ever?"

Oh boy! They are really starting to question her now.

"No! Never. He and I are just friends," she answered.

"But has he ever dated any other woman aside from Trisha?" my friend asked again.

"Wait? Who's Trisha?" I could hear Cassie's curiosity in her voice.

"You didn't know he dated in college?" another one of my friends asked.

"Alright! Here are your drinks! Now let's have fun," I shouted to break the tension in the room.

"Miggy, you didn't tell her about Trisha?" my friend asked.

"Guys! Isn't today my birthday?"

They both nodded.

"So why are y'all fuckers grilling me?" I said, annoyed.

They both just moved away from Cassie. I looked at Cassie and I saw the curiosity in her face but considerate as she is, she's somehow keeping it in for tonight. Man! here's something she can bug me about in the next few days.

We started punching in some numbers and started singing. It was a fulfilled moment for me. My friend's professionalism was thrown out of the window. Their childlike selves came into the picture. They sang and danced to the beat. I, on the other hand, had no intention of joining them. I was always the shy type and I hated parties but since these guys insisted on having one, I just gladly said yes. Cassie was beside me. She was just laughing and sipping her drink. She too hated parties.

"Guys, hand the microphone over to Cassie and Miggy. This song is for them," Creg said.

They handed the microphone over to us and the song began. It was Cassie's turn to sing. This song was from the movie Twilight. We both liked the movie so much we watched it over and over. She especially, being the hopeless romantic that she is, even downloaded them online and had them saved in her flash drive. We even watched all four of them together.

The day we met

Frozen, I held my breath

Right from the start, I knew that I found a home

For my heart beats fast colors and promises

How to be brave? How can I love when I'm afraid to fall?

but watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow

The moment I heard her melodic voice, my heart pounded against my chest. It was as if listening to angels singing. Every time she looked at me, I felt my heart flutter. Every move of her lips gives me the urge to kiss her.

What has she done to me? Why am I suddenly feeling this way? Could this be love? But I can't love a woman – can't I?

Time stands still

Beauty and all she is

I will be brave; I will not let anything take away

What's standing in front of me

Every breath, every hour has come to this

(Duet) one step closer

I could feel her gaze. I melted away the moment I did come face to face with her. It was as if I wanted to move even closer to her and be really intimate with her.

If I am gay, then why is this happening to me? This has gotten crazier than I thought? Cassie, what have you against me? Why do I suddenly feel this way for you? I hate you! We're sisters; friends and most especially of the same kind by my heart is pounding for you. Girl, I hate you!

The moment our song was over, I quickly handed over the microphone back to my friends and drank a half-full glass of liquor to soothe my heart – so I could finally breathe normally. But since I'm an occasional drunkard, the beer I just drank had taken effect in my system. Things were a little blurry now and everything around me was spinning but that didn't stop me from drinking another shot.

"Are you okay? Is something wrong?" Cassie asked. She placed her hand on my back.

The heat emanating from the palm of her hand was so soothing. I looked at her for a moment...not saying anything. My urge to kiss her was growing more and more imminent.

"What? Is there something on my face?" she asked again.

I shook my head to disagree with her, "there's nothing wrong. I'm just a bit drunk." I smiled.

She places both her hands on my face. Oh, man! Don't!

"Oh my god! You really are drunk! Look at you! Your face is all red!" She giggled.

Damn! Even the sound of her giggle is turning me on.

I just smiled at her...glaring at her eyes again...her pretty dark brown eyes. Why am I feeling this way? What is happening to me?

Cassie and I suddenly locked eyes. The feeling was so intense. I wanted to kiss her so badly. She's so beautiful today...or is it just the liquor coursing through my veins that's affecting my cognitive response which in layman's term...I can say I'm just completely drunk.