AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who patiently waited for another installment! Now, I know I said there would be two chapters added, but I'm having some technical difficulties! anywho, enjoy my lovelies! ;)
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"Face it kid, you're in love."
Staring blankly at the mirrored reflection of herself, Star tilted her head to the side and took in her body in the full-length mirror. She wore a tight black tube dress that went down to her knees, and clung mercilessly to her frame. The slight rueching at the waist added shape to her already curvy silhouette. Her hair fell down in loose waves around her shoulders and what lie atop her head can only be described as a raspberry beret.
She looked perfect. Wearing the minimalist of makeup, only mint flavored lip-gloss and a little mascara.
'You look perfect,' she thought to herself.
However, she could not tear her eyes away from the reflection staring back at her. From those eyes most importantly. On the outside, she looked beautiful, but her eyes couldn't hide the truth. That she was in love, head over heals in love, with her best friend. Something she would never have allowed herself to even think, let alone speak aloud. The words sounded strange and foreign coming from her mouth but she forced herself to speak the unthinkable:
"I, Star Rashida Langford, am in love with Micah Roberts."
Her heart thudded in her chest at the admission. She had said it, it was true, now what in the hell was she going to do about it? Weighing the pros and cons, she walked to her closet and pulled out her black stiletto's. Really, when it came down to it, she only had a few options. She could continue on as his friend, keep her big mouth shut and always have him in her life. Or, she could take the chance, take that gamble and tell him exactly how she felt. Of course, there was always the chance he didn't feel the same way, but there was always that chance that he did.
Star walked the short distance back over to her mirror. On the outside, she was beauty personified. However, on the inside she was a torrential storm of mixed emotions. Part of her was saying to keep quiet. It doesn't matter that you're not together; as long as you have him, you'll be okay. But another, larger part of her couldn't deny her feelings any longer. This side was screaming for her to pour out her heart and soul to the only one person who ever truly understood her. To take the chance, and risk losing him because in all honesty, she never really had him in the first place.
That realization hit Star like a ton of bricks. She looked directly into her reflection in the mirror.
"I never really had him in the first place."
She realized that even after all these years of friendship, she didn't have him. He wasn't hers, nor was she his. They were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less. And the only way they could ever be anything more, is if she did the scariest and most courageous thing she'd ever done in her life. She'd have to fight for him.
The thought filled Star's eyes with renewed vigour. She was going to tell him, tonight. Star grabbed the tickets off her dresser and dropped them into her clutch along with her wallet and keys.
"Look out Micah Roberts, the battle for your heart has begun, whether you know it or not!"
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Micah was in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with his hair when his phone began to beep for a missed call. Entering his password, he listened to the recorded message.
"Hey babe, it's me! I hope you have an amazing time at the concert tonight! Don't miss me too much! And call me as soon as you get home, kay? Alright, I'll talk to you later!"
Micah promptly deleted the message, and hung up. The Lindsay spell was already beginning to wear off, and it hadn't even been a week.
"Where do I find these girls?" he asked himself aloud.
Resuming the task at hand, he reasoned with himself that it wasn't that Lindsay had changed at all, it was more that his interest in her had changed. Just like last time. Hell, just like every time!
His thoughts were interrupted by knocking at the door. Hopping up and down he tried to get a full view of himself in his small bathroom mirror. Unsatisfied, he went to the door. What he saw made his jaw drop. Star looked gorgeous. Absolutely, drop dead gorgeous.
Star just grinned.
"You like?" she asked striking a pose.
"Wow, Star you look..."
Star wrapped her arms around him and breathed him in. Her heart was whispering two words, "tell him," her mind were whispering another two words, "not yet."
Micah's singing interrupted her internal battle. He started out, at first singing softly in her ear.
"She wore a raspberry beret, the kind you find at a second hand store..."
Smiling to herself, she joined in.
"A raspberry beret! If it was warm she wouldn't wear much more!"
Mikey pulled back from her to look in her eyes and continued singing.
"Raspberry beret... I think I loooooove her!"
He was grinning from ear to ear by now, and her smile matched his. In that moment, it would have been so easy to say. 'Then just say it,' her heart chided.
"I have a present for you!" he exclaimed giddy as a schoolboy, and interrupting her thoughts.
"Really? What is it? And is that what you're doing with your hair? What time is it?" came her barrage of questions.
"Whoa, one at a time! First of all, it's nearly 5:30. Plenty of time! I'm gonna go finish my hair, because as you've noticed, it's a work in progress. Your present, is on the table-"
"Ooooooh!" came her squeals of delight and she took off to find her gift.
Closing the apartment door, he joined her in the kitchen just in time to see her demolish the wrapping paper and rip open the box. And there he was. Prince, in his entire purple, frilly glory sitting atop a pile of similar recordings.
" I... I don't..."
Star was speechless. This didn't happen too often. Micah took the opportunity to peruse her body. Star always exuded effortless beauty. Barely wore makeup, and when she did, you knew it was a special occasion. Most of her clothing was from thrift stores or something vintage from one of her aunt's closets. That did not mean she lacked style. She was always her own person, marching to the beat of her own drum so to speak. And tonight she looked utterly delectable in that skin-tight black dress, fighting back tears.
