Daisy Thames;;
date: August 29, 2012
hair: loose
makeup: blush, mascara, chapstick 
wearing: a striped sheer blouse, faded jean shorts, woven sandals, bird necklace, some bracelets, and rings with a brown leather clutch 
where: At Lyla’s house
with: Lyla

My head rested on the pillow on Lyla’s bed. We had been having these days lately where we would just lay and talk or kiss or sometimes just in silence but it was the sort of silence that was okay like when you felt comfortable enough around someone. I had been trying to see Lyla as much as possible because of me going away next month. Neither of us ever spoke aloud about me going away though. It was too much to think about. Lyla’s head rested half on my chest and half rested on the bed. 

“You look really beautiful right now,” I told her. 

Her face flushed. “Not today,” she said with a laugh. “I am not going to even list the reasons why you are wrong.”

“Reason number one: I’m not. End of list,” I said confidently. 

Lyla shook her head but said, “Thanks.” She was quiet for a minute. “Are we ever going to talk about you going to college?”

“Not today,” I replied. 

“Why?”

“Because I love you and I want to enjoy present moments with you. So not gonna happen today.”

“What was that first reason again?” she giggled. It was cute. 

“I love you,” I said “...and I love to say it too.”

“I love you too.” Lyla’s lips met mine. Eventually I pulled away.

“I was thinking...” I started to say.

“Mmm?”

“The two of us should have lunch with Anya. I want you guys to meet. I don’t know how this hasn’t happened before,” I said. Anya has known about Lyla for awhile and I always told her the usual stuff a girl tells her best friend when she falls for someone. They still hadn’t met though. Maybe because it was just easier to keep things a secret. 

“If she’s down, I am too. You’re forgetting something though.”

What?” I asked.

“Wasn’t she at the same party I met you at? I have technically met her. Not that I don’t want to again.”

“Do you actually remember anything about her? Or what she looks like?” I laughed. 

“Well...no. That isn’t my point. My point is-” she started to say.

I cut her off, “That you have technically met her. Yeah, yeah. I heard you. You’re a dork, you know that?” I teased her. 

“Yeah but you love this dork,” she said. I kissed her some more. It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to bring her around Anya. She wasn’t one for lovey-dovey sort of things. I, on the other hand, never wanted things to stop being this amazing.
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