Then teach me how to be your best friend,"…
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Trez had a way of surprising me, always catching me off guard with his unique perspective on life. So when he turned to me and asked me to teach him how to be my best friend, I was taken aback. Was this some kind of pickup line? Or was he genuinely interested in getting to know me better?
Despite my initial disbelief, I couldn't help but be charmed by Trez. There was something about his easy smile that made me feel at ease around him.
"Yeah, no problem," I said, trying to hide the shyness that was creeping over me. But Trez just smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Before I knew it, we had reached the block where my class was held. I sighed, realising that our conversation was coming to an end.
"Well, I guess I better get going," I said, feeling a sudden pang of sadness.
Trez grinned, his easy charm filling the air. "Don't worry, we'll talk again soon," he said, giving me a quick hug before heading off down the hallway.
The clock ticked closer to the time to go to the dorms but as I got closer to the dorms I heard the sounds of music and laughter.Curiosity getting the best of me, I made my way over to the dorms and pushed open the door. The sight before me made me pause in awe.
My friends were all gathered in the common room, dancing and singing along to their favorite songs.
Without hesitation, I joined in on the dance party. We swayed and twirled to the beat of the music, laughing and joking as we went.
As the night wore on, the dancing eventually tapered off, and we all collapsed onto one of the beds. But the energy of the night was still buzzing in the air, and we spent the next hour chatting and laughing.
The conversation flowed effortlessly from one topic to the next, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter or exclamations of surprise. We talked about everything and nothing, swapping stories and sharing thoughts in the kind of easy. I wondered if we weren't too loud for others.
And as the hour grew late, we gradually began to drift off to bed, the warmth of the evening lingering in our hearts and minds. It had been a night of pure magic
The last day of term had always been one of my favorite days of the year. There was a certain electricity in the air, a feeling of excitement and anticipation that I just couldn't resist.
The thought of weeks without classes, without homework, without the endless demands of schoolwork - it was enough to make my heart sing with joy even if it was short.
And yet, even as I reveled in the excitement of the day, a niggling thought lingered at the back of my mind. Reports. The dreaded final reports, due on the last day of term, hanging over my head like a dark cloud.
For a moment, I felt a flicker of anxiety. But then I shrugged it off, determined not to let anything ruin my last day of freedom.
After all, there would be plenty of time to worry about reports later. For now, I was content to bask in the joy of the moment, to soak up the energy and excitement of the last day of term, and to revel in the simple pleasures of being young, free, and alive.
The day went by in a blur of activity. My mind was already filled with images of lazy afternoons spent watching movies.
Before I knew it, the day was over and I was back in my dorm room, frantically stuffing clothes into my suitcase. But even as I worked, my thoughts kept drifting back to the meeting I had planned with Trez.
It was a small thing, really - just a quick catch-up before we both left for the holidays. But for some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that had been building in me all day.
Finally, the clock struck the appointed hour, and I made my way to the class where Trez was waiting for me. As soon as I saw him, my heart leapt in my chest. There was something about his easy smile and warm brown eyes that made my pulse race, despite my best efforts to stay calm.
Still, there was one problem. There was only one chair, and the two of us had to share it. I stood next to the chair where Trez was already sitting, trying to come up with a solution. But before I could say anything, he pulled me towards him and placed me on his lap.
I felt my cheeks flush with heat as I settled into his embrace. It was an intimate gesture, and I couldn't help but wonder what it meant. Was it just a harmless gesture between friends?
I pushed the thought away and stared straight at his laptop, trying to focus more on what he was saying and not how we were sitting. Trez's voice was soothing, and I found myself losing track of time as he spoke.
It wasn't until long that we heard someone enter the class we were in. The room was dimly lit, and I couldn't make out who it was. But as soon as I remembered that I was sitting on Trez's lap, a bit of shyness crept back in me.
As if he could sense my discomfort, Trez signaled towards the door and motioned for us to leave. I nodded, grateful for his understanding, and stood up. As we made our way towards the exit, I couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed about the situation.
Once we were out of the classroom and into the bright hallway, I took a deep breath and tried to shake off the awkwardness. I looked over at Trez, and he smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "It's not a big deal."
I nodded, feeling relieved that he didn't seem to be bothered by it. As we continued down the stairs, I found myself feeling a little more at ease with Trez by my side. I glanced over at him and decided to break the silence.
"I want to give you a nickname," I said, feeling playful.
Trez raised an eyebrow, but his smile didn't falter. "Okay then," he said, coming to a stop and turning to face me. "What nickname do you think resembles me?"
I paused, considering my options. "I don't know, can I call you baby?" I asked, feeling a little embarrassed as I chuckled at my own suggestion. "Or do you want 'bestie'?"
Trez chuckled along with me before responding, "No baby it is."
I couldn't help but laugh at his quick agreement. "Alright, baby it is," I said, still chuckling. "It suits you, I think."
Trez grinned at me, his eyes sparkling. "I'm glad you think so," he said. "It's cute, like you."
I felt my cheeks flush at his compliment, but I tried to play it off coolly. "Whatever, you're just saying that because you want me to keep calling you baby."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Maybe," he said. "But I don't mind. I like it when you call me that."
Suddenly, he held up his hands, wanting a hug. Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him, feeling the warmth and security of his embrace. I couldn't help but smile, loving the way he made me feel.