Childhood Friends Turn Into Sweethearts?

"Did you like it? It was some weird vibration one." I said, chuckling softly, I kissed her forehead gently, and I pulled her to my side, I pulled sheets over us before I drifted into a deep sleep.

Before I could answer, he was asleep. I sighed, not knowing how I felt. I got up and got dressed, then I went home and took a shower. I crawled in bed, guilty for leaving, but I need to think a little bit.

When I woke up in the morning, I was sad, and disappointed to see she had left in the middle of the night.. Did she regret it like last time? Probably.. What a confidence boost.. I just stayed in bed, staring angrily up at the ceiling.

I woke up and looked at the clock. He should be waking up right about now.. I grabbed my phone and texted him. 'Hey... Sorry I left... Can you come over?' I sent. I sighed, still guilty about leaving.

I stared at the text for a moment, and I threw on some clean clothes and made myself look decent. I walked over to her house, since my car, surprise, was still at the club. I knocked on her door, waiting anxiously.

"Come in!" I called. When he walked in I smiled slightly, and looked down. I was snuggled on the couch with a blanket around me. "Are you mad that I left?" I asked softly.

"Mad? Well I was a little pissed.." I said. "Why? Why did you leave? Did you regret last night too.." I said, more of a statement than a question. "That kinda hurt.. " I said, looking down.

"I don't know why I left... I'm sorry..." I whispered, looking down. I sighed and shook my head, turning off the TV. "I just wanted to think, that was all..."

I saw the guilt in her eyes, I didn't want to make her sad, I really didn't. I walked over to her, wrapping my arms around her, like I did last week, when she wanted me to just hold her."Think about what?" I asked softly.

I shook my head. "Nothing." I mumbled. I looked up at him and sighed, resting my head on his shoulder. I have no idea what to say to him. I took his hand gently and closed my eyes.

"I think I should at least get a better answer than that.." I said softly, my nose Nuzzled her neck gently, and I kissed it sweetly. I just wanted an answer..

I moved away slightly when I felt his lips against my skin. I sighed and looked down. "I just don't know if... This.... Is the right thing to do..." I whispered.

I was saddened when she pulled away from my kiss. Rejected. Her words cut deep into my heart, and I sighed.. "You mean.. You don't want to date?" I asked, hiding the pain I was feeling somehow. I didn't look at her..

I looked up at him and sighed. I can tell when he's sad. And I really just hurt him. "I don't know jake...." I whispered regretfully. I wanted to comfort him, but it's not the right time for that...

The words cut deeper and deeper into my soul. I loosened my arms around her and I stood up., "I see.. I'm.. Going home.." I said, I couldnt be around her now, I've never felt rejection quite like this before.. Before she would say anything, I left, running I to the woods, my eyes going red, and my fangs coming through. My skin went pale, and I killed about 5 dear, satisfying my thirst, and anger.

I felt awful. I just broke my best friend's heart. Why is all of this shit happening between us all of a sudden? I cried a little bit and I called and texted him with no answer. I laid in bed and sighed, trying to get my mind off of it. He'll get over it soon.... Right?

I thought she loved me.. The way she kissed me last night told me something.. Maybe it was emptieness.. Nothing.. Maybe last night meant NOTHING. When I got home, I checked my texts. "What." Was all I sent , they consisted of just 'Jake?' 'Hello?' 'Jake!'. I grabbed a bear from the fridge and popped the cap off, I took a drink, letting the achohol give me a buzz.

'Please.... Lets talk about this... You're taking it the wrong way..' I texted back. I started to get worried when all he texted was what... I sat up and looked at the clock, waiting anxiously for him to text back.

'There is really no wrong way to take it. Explain then, explain how I'm taking rejection the wrong way?' I sent, taking a sip of the beer. (Heh, in the last post I spelled it like bear, oops.) It was just enough to numb my pain, and have me not worry about anything, but I was still not drunk, heck, that took like two cases for me.

'I didn't reject you. I just said I don't know. Because I don't know Jake! I don't know what I want to do! We rushed into things and we didn't sit down and talk about the possibilities of a relationship, we just rushed into sex.' I sent. I got up and paced around the room, trying to calm myself down.

I read the text, just not bothering to reply. This would have to be a face to face discussion. I was not found this through text. Well she didn't stop me last night, it was just a kiss, that heated up.. Into sex.. And I felt bad thinking about it..

I groaned and threw my phone when he didn't reply. I laid in bed and went back to sleep angrily. It was my fault too. I did kiss him after all... But I never meant for it to turn into sex..

I thought I had fixed things but it was just worse now. I replied 'I'm sorry..' I sent, I still felt the guilt and hurt clearly inside my heart.. I soon found found myself watching wwe, it wasn't bad..

I finally couldn't take it anymore. I slipped my phone in my pocket and walked to the club. I found his car and I had a key to it so I unlocked it and got in. I drove to his apartment and I knocked on the door, waiting patiently.

I heard a car pull up, that sounded strangely familiar to mine. I stood, and I answered the door. "Oh.. Hey.. Thanks, you brought back my car." I said, smoking slightly. "Come in.." I said softly, stepping aside.

"No problem." I said softly. I stepped inside and I felt like I was in a stranger's apartment. Really awkward.

I felt as if I should just move on. So I would act like things were normal. "I have your favorite. Snack in the kitchen." I said, smiling.

(Brb I'm at school ill reply at lunch)

I sighed. Why is he acting like this? I shook my head. "I'm not.. Hungry..." I mumbled. I sat down and looked up at him. "I'm... Sorry..." I whispered.

(One of my friends died today..)

I stood there, and looked at her. "Sorry for what?' I asked, looking into her eyes.

((I'm so sorry.... I know how that feels...))

I looked down and fiddled with my fingers. "For leaving.. And being a jerk about it.. I probably should have explained better...." I whispered.