Friendship Material. (𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔)

4. Valentines Day.

February 14 ——

The day had started innocently enough. Kayden and I had spent the entire day talking about smoking rose blunts. It was my first time trying it and I was surprised to find out how much he knew about it. But then again, Kayden was one of the most popular boys in school. It wasn't surprising that he knew about more than just smoking. Although I can say, Rose blunts. impressive.

But then, as the day wore on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Today was Valentine's Day and my boyfriend hadn't replied to any of my messages. I had prepared a special gift for him and we were supposed to meet up later in the evening. But with each passing minute, my anxiety grew. 

Finally, he replied. I let out a sigh. I was relieved and happy to hear from him. He agreed to meet me later and I felt my adrenaline kick in. Maybe this would be a great Valentine's Day after all?

But then Kayden made a comment that caught me off, guard. "Us single people don't do that," he said. I didn't know how to respond. Was he implying that I was single? I didn't feel single. I had a boyfriend.

I tried to brush it off and went back to texting my boyfriend. But then, the reply came.
 "I'm not going" he wrote. 

 My heart sank. What did he mean by that? Was he not coming to meet me after all? What about the effort I gave?

I tried to hide my disappointment as I replied, asking why. "I'm tired. I don't feel like it, sorry," he wrote back.

This was not how I had envisioned my Valentine's Day.

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Kayden's words echoed in my head. "Damn, you don't seem the type." What did he mean by that? Was he implying that I wasn't good enough to be loved? My insecurities began to take hold and I couldn't shake the feeling that he was right.

Trying to hide my emotions, I told him that I was going to go skate downstairs for a bit. I didn't want him to see how much his words had affected me. So I grabbed my phone and my cruiser board and left.

As I made my way down to the skate park, my mind was in turmoil. Why did I always feel like I wasn't good enough? Why did I let other people's words get to me like this? I tried to push those thoughts aside and focus on my skating.

But the more I skated, the more my emotions bubbled to the surface. Tears filled my eyes and a lump formed in my throat. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get away from everything and everyone.

So I kept skating, not really paying attention to where I was going. I just needed to be alone with my thoughts.

- Kayden's p.o.v -

I couldn't help but second-guess my words. Had I been too harsh with Laiza? I never meant to hurt her feelings. For the past few days, I had enjoyed her company. She was witty and fun to be around.

And her beauty was undeniable. Her long black hair and dark eyes were striking. I noticed that her eyes would sparkle when she was happy, and I found myself wanting to be the one to make her smile.

But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. Laiza was just a friend. I couldn't allow myself to feel anything more for her. It was easier that way. Yet, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I found myself drawn to her.

Maybe it was her infectious laugh or her carefree spirit. Or maybe it was the way she made me feel like I could be myself around her. Whatever it was, I knew I couldn't ignore it forever..

I anxiously waited for Laiza to arrive home, hoping to lift her spirits after a disappointing Valentine's Day. I knew I couldn't fix everything, but I hoped to at least make her feel a little better. We lived quite far from each other, so I decided to try my best to cheer her up through chatting by text.

As soon as Laiza got home, I started messaging her, hoping to make her smile. I tried to keep things low-key, not wanting to make things awkward between us. But as we chatted, I found myself teasing her more and more, hoping to make her laugh and forget her worries.

Although it wasn't The Valentine's Day she had planned, I was glad that I could be there for her. Spending the evening chatting with a friend like me couldn't be too bad, right? As we continued to talk, I found myself enjoying our conversation more and more.

Eventually, The sun has almost risen. it was time to say goodnight or at least good morning. and I wished Laiza a good rest. As I put my phone down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Maybe I couldn't fix everything, but I could make a difference in someone's day, and that felt pretty good.

— Laizas p.o.v —-

at home.

After a while, I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. To my surprise, Kayden replied quickly. He started joking and teasing me, making me feel better. I didn't want to rely on him as a coping mechanism, but it was nice to have a friend who cared.

With a smile on my face, I lay on my back, gazing at the ceiling. Kayden had made me feel so much better. It was a relief to have someone to talk to and laugh with. My boyfriend had gone to bed early, leaving me alone on Valentine's Day. I left his gift at his doorstep, just one building away. It was frustrating to be so close yet so far from someone I cared about who seemed to be slipping away.

I didn't want to burden Kayden with my problems, but I think he sensed my distress earlier. I tried to hold back my tears and put on a brave face, but when I got home, I let myself go. I cried and screamed, letting out all the pain I had been carrying for the past few months.