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Originally posted by MCBeth
HeY Smoke, why don't you tell us what happened with your best friend. 
I'm in the mood for a chick flick esque story.
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Heh, might as well.
Remember a few pages back when I think it was Jameson asked me about Latina women and I went off on a tangent about the Trinidad population and a mixed girl who is my best friend?
Well it's her. A little history:
I've known this girl since like high school since my Capn Clarke days. I actually met her through her boyfriend (now her fiance), who was actually my friend first before I knew who she was, but she's been there through all the hard times, she's been my therapist, my confidant, all round great person (
and I slept with 2 of her cousins
)
About 3 or 4 years ago she tells me that he doesnt like me around her because his friends have been telling him that there may be something going on between us (Granted, I have done scumbag **** like that before, but that's my friend. I have a conscience lol) So now our messages and phone calls turned private and on the down low, hell, he still doesnt know that we talk and hang out often. Pretty much cheating without actual sex. It's wierd that everytime I talk to the guy he's keeping me up to date wth whats happening with her, and in the back of my head I'm thinking, "She told me that weeks ago over drinks."
So things took a turn for the worst around November this year when the guy's dad passed away. I want to support my friend, but I can't because I learnt about the death through her, and me and dude havent spoken in months, so it'll look awkward.
He blames her for his death because they were doing the grown folks thing when he died, and he was supposed to be at home with his dad. So me, being the good best friend, decides to go to a third friend's house with her to hang out.
So it's about 4 of at this house, a girl, a dude and 2 of us chilling just drinking and talking. and one guy (the designated driver) goes out to the car, the other girl goes in the house, and then I blurt out,
Me: "I love you"
Her:
What?
Me: I love you, then a ong ass rant about how Its not the rum talkin etc.
Her:
I think you need to lie down.
So me, looking the least awkward exit decides, yeah I need to lie down and I fall asleep on the couch.
Me havent spoken in person since, but everytime we chat, she's been extra flirtatious.
e.g. She was talking about coming where I live. I live in the country all we got is forest, So I'm like "and do what? not much to do but stay inside, especially as its raining all the time." She's like, "exactly" (There's a local saying down here that when rain is falling, aint much to do but :melryan: )
Another time she shot me picture of herself in a fitted, tight ass new dress and asked me how her boobs looked in em.
and just last night, she pretty much admitted that she did imagine us as a couple and wondered what it would be like.
My brain and my dick are at war right now lol because the scumbag in me wants to :melryan: so bad But the real dude in me knows better than to open that can of worms.
P.S. I'm meeting her later this week at a local park... and her fiance doesnt know. I invited a third wheel to moderate lol.
This **** is so intriguing to me.
