For you, I Will || Sally and Treven
It was ridiculous to be nervous. Sally was his friend. His friend. They lived in the same house, for crying out loud! They had for... oh, he didn't know. Months. They saw each other every single day, yet as he leaned against the outside wall, dressed up in his tux, and waited for her to emerge from the front door, Treven couldn't help the anxiety that knotted his stomach. Being around Sally was as easy as breathing at times, and at others he couldn't breathe at all. Because of her. he was sure that she had no idea of the affect she had on him. The way his breath caught in his throat when she tossed her hair. How he had to swallow several times to be able to speak when she came out of the bathroom in her pajamas, hair wet. She was so beautiful, it hurt.
He wasn't watching the door, instead gazing down the lane with a pensive expression. This was all so muddled. Should I tell her? he wondered over and over. Prilla kept telling him to suck it up and " get your groove on, man!" and Bria and Brooke maintained that they already acted like a married couple, so they might as well just make it official and tell each other how they feel... but it wasn't that simple. Sally was his best friend. They lived in the same house. He'd rescued her from a life of entrapment. He didn't want her to leave, stars, he didn't want that, but... what if she didn't like him like that? What if she was just grateful? What if... what if she saw him as more of a brother? Oh gosh. No. Nononononononono. That was not acceptable. If I tell her I... how I feel and she doesn't feel the same, she'll leave. I don't want that. But if I don't tell her... how long can I go on ignoring it before I do something totally stupid like blurt it out during breakfast?
He was getting a headache.
