Just friends

Chapter 6(the night where everything changes)

As the day went on, the tension between Leo and me seemed to hang in the air like an unspoken secret. Every time our eyes met, there was a silent exchange of understanding mixed with apprehension. It was as if we were both tiptoeing around the elephant in the room, pretending that everything was normal, while the electricity between us crackled with intensity.

After that day me and my dad decided to go to the supermarket,
I didn't know me and Leo's room windows were next to each other
As I was picking my clothes out to wear
Smth caught my attention

It looked like he just got out of the shower.....
In his towel on his lower waist...
WTF AM I THINKING

"Mija,u ready?"my dad enters the room
"Huh,oh yeah pa,almost..."
"Okay mi amor I'll be In the living room"

As my dad closes the door I took off my shirt n changed
....but moments later
SHIT
HE CAN PROBABLY SEE
I looked at the window n I saw him staring at me....

I started blushing
I did have a thing for him
I mean, we almost did kiss
WTF AM I saying?
NO NO NO NO

As I stood frozen in front of the window, my heart pounded in my chest, betraying the calm facade I was desperately trying to maintain. The realization that Leo could see me, vulnerable and exposed, sent a surge of panic coursing through me. What must he think of me now, caught in this awkward moment of undress?

But as I watched him watching me, a different emotion began to bubble up within me, mingling with the embarrassment and uncertainty. It was a stirring of something deeper, something I had been trying to ignore for far too long. Despite my best efforts to convince myself otherwise, there was no denying the undeniable attraction that simmered between us.

I couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if we had kissed that night, if we had given in to the tantalizing pull of desire that had lingered in the air between us. Would it have been a mistake, a fleeting moment of passion that would only complicate our already tangled relationship? Or would it have been the start of something real, something worth risking everything for?

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when my dad called out to me from the living room, snapping me back to reality. With a deep breath, I tore myself away from the window, forcing myself to push aside the swirling whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume me. But as I headed out of the room, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far more complicated than I ever could have imagined.

As we sat in the car on the way to the supermarket, the silence between my dad and me was deafening, broken only by the occasional hum of the engine and the distant sound of passing cars. But in the quiet of the car, my thoughts were anything but silent, swirling around in my head like a tempestuous storm.

Beside me, my dad glanced over, concern etched into the lines of his face. "You seem a bit out of it today, mija. Everything okay?"

I forced a smile, nodding hastily. "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

But tired didn't even begin to cover it. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, all centered around one person: Leo. Ever since that moment at the window, I couldn't shake the image of him out of my mind, his presence looming over me like a shadow.

As we pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket, I braced myself for the onslaught of distractions that awaited inside. But even amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowded aisles, Leo's presence seemed to follow me like a ghost, haunting me at every turn.

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed when my dad asked for my opinion on which brand of milk to buy. With a start, I realized I had been zoning out, completely lost in my own world.

"Sorry, Dad," I murmured, tearing my gaze away from the window. "I'm just... thinking about stuff."

He gave me a sympathetic smile, patting my hand reassuringly. "Take your time, mija. We've got all day."

But as we made our way through the aisles, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a journey that would take me places I never could have imagined. And with Leo's image burning bright in my mind, I knew that things were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

As we navigated the supermarket aisles, the rhythm of our footsteps seemed to match the beat of my racing heart. Each glance at the shelves, each selection of groceries, was punctuated by the intrusive thought of Leo, his image seared into my mind like a brand.

I stole a glance at my dad, who was busy comparing prices of canned tomatoes, unaware of the turmoil churning within me. How could I possibly explain the chaos that was unraveling in my mind? The conflicting desires, the unspoken longing that threatened to consume me whole?

And then, as if fate had a twisted sense of humor, we turned a corner and there it was: the aisle where we had shared that fleeting moment of connection, where Leo's presence had felt so palpable, despite the physical distance between us.

I felt a lump form in my throat as memories flooded back, threatening to overwhelm me. The warmth of Leo's gaze, the electricity that crackled between us—it was all still so vivid, so real.

But as I reached for a box of cereal, my hand brushed against something unexpected: a note tucked between the shelves, its edges worn with time. Curiosity piqued, I unfolded it, my heart racing as I read the words scrawled in familiar handwriting.

"Meet me at our spot tonight. I need to talk to you."

Leo.

My pulse quickened at the realization, my mind spinning with questions and possibilities. What did he want to talk about? Was he feeling the same turmoil that I was?

Lost in a whirlwind of emotions, I barely noticed when my dad called out to me from the end of the aisle, his voice snapping me back to reality.

"Mija, are you coming?"

With a shaky breath, I folded the note and tucked it into my pocket, a surge of determination coursing through me. Whatever awaited me at our spot tonight, one thing was for certain: I couldn't ignore the pull of fate any longer.