You're at a volleyball match, watching your childhood friend Sylvia play even though you two barely talk anymore after entering college since she immediately became one of the popular kids while you didn't.
Eventually the match ends and Sylvia's team ends up winning the match, as she celebrates on the court your eyes lock for a mere moments before she's dragged away by her teammates.
Once outside the stadium and you're about to leave you feel a snowball hit the back of your head, some of the snow falling down onto your neck, causing you to shiver. You turn around and see Sylvia standing there, already making another snowball. "You're really going to leave without even saying hi?!" She says and pouts at you before getting ready to throw another snowball.
"Hi, Sylv. Aren't you supposed to be with your team selebrating?" He ducks to gather some snow to make his own snowball.
"I just wanted to talk to you, idiot." She pouts and throws another snowball at him before she's able to catch herself, recalling that he was the one who taught her how to do it properly. Instead of throwing it with all her might, she merely tosses it gently, laughing as it falls short and ends up landing a few inches from his feet. "Oh well, guess I should've aimed better." She rolls her eyes playfully at him.
"Dont you have other things to do? You are popular, there are people who want to talk to you, to see you, to catch your gaze, your attention. By the way, that's how you should throw a snowball." A snowball flies right into her chest.
"Hey! No fair! You have all the practice!" she teases, holding her chest where the snowball had hit before deciding to retaliate with another one. "But, yeah, I do know a lot of people who like me and I appreciate that. They're why I became captain of this team." She pauses for a moment before her expression softens slightly. "But it doesn't mean I don't miss the times when it was just you and me against the world, y'know?"
"Oh, I didn't. Well, here we are, throwing snowballs, are you pleased?"
Another snowball lands on her arm.
"You are surprisingly bad at it. Aren't you supposed to be precise in volleyball?"
"Well, I suppose we both have our strengths and weaknesses," she says with a light laugh, tossing another snowball at him before ducking out of the way as it goes sailing over her head. "But seriously, why don't you ever talk to me anymore? It used to be so much fun just hanging out with you." The snowballs continue flying back and forth between them for a few moments more until finally they start gathering up handfuls of snow to make larger ammunition.
"Look, I know we've grown apart or whatever but it doesn't mean I don't care about you. You just...you used to be the only one who really understood me." She pauses again, her eyes searching his face for any sign of how he feels about the situation. "And yeah, maybe I wanted attention and to be popular, too. But that doesn't mean I don'
She got interrupted with another snowball. "Well, I missed you too, but you looked so popular, so busy, so... In the place you belong. Popularity and everything, these all are burdens. At least in a way I see it. I didn't want to be another burden for you."
"You were never a burden to me, you asshole," she says indignantly, scooping up another handful of snow and preparing to throw it at him. "I missed having you around just as much." A tiny smile plays at the corners of her lips as they continue their makeshift snowball fight. "Besides, I thought we could handle whatever came our way together? We used to be inseparable, you know?"
Her words hang in the air for a moment before she lobs another snowball in his direction, laughing loudly when it hits its target and covers him from head to toe. "So why don't we try being that again? Just for old times' sake?"
"Well, if you say I won't be a burned, I'm only glad to be in company. Damn it, I missed." The snowball flies way too high.
Her eyes twinkle with amusement as she watches him throw another snowball, only for it to soar high into the air and land with a soft thud on the ground several feet away from her. "Maybe we should practice," she teases, readjusting her grip on the remaining snow in her hand before taking aim at him again.
The newly formed snowball sails through the air with deadly accuracy, hitting him square in the chest and covering his upper body completely. "There!" she exclaims triumphantly. "That's how you do it." Her cheeks are flushed from laughing and running around after throwing the snowballs, but there's a lightness to her step that she hasn't felt in a long time.
"So," she says between breaths, rubbing her hands together to warm them up, "do we have a deal? Old times' sake and all that?"
Seeing her laugh and smile like that made his heart miss a beat
As he nods in agreement, the wind picks up around them, sending a flurry of snowflakes dancing through the air. It's almost as if nature herself is celebrating their reunion. "Deal," he says, grinning at her. For old times' sake, they bury the hatchet and continue to laugh and throw snowballs together, lost in the familiar comfort of each other's company. The cold air burns their cheeks, but it feels good to be close to her again - like nothing's changed. As they sit down on a nearby bench, breathless and giggling, Sylvia reaches over and takes his hand in hers.
"I missed you too, you know," she whispers. "It just got...complicated." Her eyes meet his, holding his gaze for what feels like an eternity as they share the weight of all those unspoken
"Won't others have wrong ideas if they see us like that?" Despite saying so he didn't resist her touch.
Sylvia shrugs nonchalantly, her grip on his hand tightening ever so slightly. "Who cares what other people think? They don't know us like we do. We can be friends again, right?" She tilts her head to the side, waiting for his reply. "I mean...you are my best friend, after all." Her voice trails off, hopeful that he feels the same way about her as she does about him.
The silence stretches between them, but Sylvia doesn't break eye contact. She waits patiently, trusting in their history together and hoping that it will be enough to guide them back to where they belong: by each other's sides.
"Isn't popularity all about caring about other's opinion?" He hugged her tightly, that was his answer.
"It's funny," she murmurs, wrapping her arms around him tighter in return, "because popularity never really meant anything to me until I lost you." Her voice cracks slightly as she admits the truth, relieved when he pulls her closer still. "But now...I just want things to be like they used to be. You and me against the world." She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of being held by him again. "Can we do that? Can we go back to being us?"
"Things have changed, no one can return into the past. But we can build something new of what left from our old friendship." He whispered, his breath washing her ear with heat.
Sylvia sighs contentedly, snuggling deeper into the embrace. "I guess we can try," she says softly, her voice still a little unsure but filled with hope nonetheless. For now, all that matters is this moment - being close to him like they used to be, feeling his warmth and strength surrounding her.
"So," she continues in a slightly more playful tone, "what do you say we go out sometime soon? You know, just the two of us?" Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at him expectantly, hoping that he'll accept her invitation.
"Anytime you are free. I can move my schedule, can't say the same about you, busy lady."
Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his compliment. "Well, maybe we could make time sometime soon then," she teases, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against his lips. When they part, she looks up into his eyes and smiles softly. "I'm glad we talked, User#1748352154658. I really missed you." Her voice trails off as their gazes lock once more, the connection between them stronger than ever.
For now, they sit together on the bench in the snow, lost in each other's company and content with simply being close. The future may hold new challenges for both of them, but right now, they are just grateful to have found their way back to one another.
"Me too... Me too..." He echoed. "It's quite cold, let's go somewhere warm before our dear captain caught cold."
"Cold? Pfft, I'm made of tougher stuff than that," she says with a laugh, nestling deeper into his embrace. "But since you're being so sweet about it...alright, let's go somewhere warm." With one last squeeze to his hand, she stands up and extends hers to help him off the bench. Together they make their way back across campus, hands clasped tightly as they walk side by side, lost in their own little world of rediscovery and rekindled friendship.
The cold winds die down as they duck into a nearby coffee shop, its warmth enveloping them like a cozy blanket. They find a comfy booth in the corner and order some hot chocolates, taking turns telling stories from their childhood and catching up on all that's happened since they last saw each other regularly.
"It doesn't feel like we are friends anymore, more like we are... That kiss recently, like we are... Dating." His voice trembling, stuttering, he swallowed hard.
Sylvia's cheeks flush red at the mention of dating, but she doesn't deny it. In fact, she finds herself surprisingly flustered by his words and can't help but blush even more deeply. "We... we could be," she manages to say softly, her heart racing in anticipation of what he might think about that possibility.
They lapse into silence for a moment as they sip their hot chocolates, both lost in their own thoughts about where this newfound closeness might lead them. The warmth from the drinks and from each other's hands feel like a comforting blanket on this cold winter night, making it easy for them to forget about everything else around them... at least for now.
"Y-yeah, when we were children, touches and even kisses felt... Normal. But now... Although I can't say I didn't like it." He smiled warmly, his fingers brushed against hers. "What do you think?"
Her heart racing in anticipation, Sylvia looks up at him with shy eyes. "I-I liked it too," she admits, a blush creeping across her cheeks. "And... I think we could be really good together." There's a hesitation before she continues, "But what about our friends? How would they react?" She's unsure whether or not to bring this up, but it's been on her mind since their conversation began.
The silence stretches between them as they consider the possibilities of being more than just friends. Sylvia studies User#1748352154658's face, wondering what he's thinking and if he feels the same way she does. It seems like an eternity before he finally speaks up again.
"Weren't you the one who said you don't care about others? I don't have many friends anyway. Talking about yours, I think they will just congratulate you. Maybe tease you a bit."
Sylvia smiles warmly at his words, feeling reassured by the thought that he's not worried about what others might think. "Well, then... I think we should give it a try," she says, her voice quiet but resolute. "I mean, worst case scenario we find out it doesn't work and go back to being friends like before." There's a hopefulness in her tone that betrays how much she wants this to work out between them.
The tension eases between them as they both lean into the booth, their faces inches apart. Sylvia reaches up with one hand, cupping his cheek gently before bringing it to meet hers for a tender kiss. The heat of their lips ignites something deep within her, making her want more and more of this newfound connection they're discovering together.
As the kiss lingers, Sylvia feels a wave of anticipation was
The kiss lingers, the taste of their lips and the feel of his warm breath against hers sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. She breaks the kiss, breathless and eager for more, her eyes never leaving his. "Was that okay?" she asks in a whisper, needing reassurance but afraid to admit it.
Her hand trails down from his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw before resting on his shoulder. Her heart is racing as she waits for him to respond, praying he feels even a fraction of what she does right now.
"More than okay." He covered her arm with his own,and pulled it to his mouth, kissing
Her heart skips a beat as she feels the warmth of his breath on her arm, followed by the gentle pressure of his lips against her skin. A shiver of delight runs down her spine at the intimate contact, making it hard for her to think straight. She leans forward, pressing their bodies together even closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against hers. As he continues to kiss and nuzzle her arm, Sylvia begins to wonder what else might happen next...
Breaking the kiss he said "It's really nice to be with you like this after such a long time. I was dumbass not trying to talk to you."
"I was dumb too," Sylvia whispers, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. "But I'm glad we're here now... together." She glances up at him through her lashes, her lips parted in anticipation of what might happen next. Her heart feels full to the brim with all these new emotions and desires, making it hard for her to focus on anything but this moment they've created together.
Her fingers graze lightly across his cheek, her touch tentative yet incredibly intimate. She wants more than just this - she needs more time with him, needs to explore every inch of his body and discover everything there is to know about who he really is beneath the surface. The thrum of desire that pulses between them grows stronger with each passing second, urging them both forward toward whatever destiny awaits them...
"Maybe we should move somewhere more... Private? Where no one will disturb us."
Sylvia nods in agreement, excitement flushing through her at the prospect of exploring this newfound connection away from prying eyes. She glances around the coffee shop, noticing that it's starting to get late and most of the other patrons are finishing up their drinks and preparing to leave. "There's a hotel just down the street," she suggests quietly. "We could stay there for the night...?" Her voice trails off, anticipation mixing with uncertainty as she waits for his reaction.
"Sound like a good idea. Lead the way, I'm after you."
Heart racing with anticipation, Sylvia collects their empty cups and hurriedly pays the bill before leading the way out of the coffee shop and toward the hotel. The cold night air nipping at her bare hands and face only serves to heighten her senses as she takes in every detail about him: his strong stride, the playful glint in his eye, and the way his breath fogs up when he speaks.
As they step inside the warmth of the hotel lobby, Sylvia spots a vacancy sign flashing invitingly behind the desk. Her cheeks flush as she realizes what this means - that tonight, they'll be sharing a room together. The thought sends a thrill coursing through her veins and she can feel herself growing wet at the prospect of exploring their newfound desire with him in such intimate quarters.
With shaky fingers, she approaches the front
"You paid for the coffee, I pay for the hotel." Addressing administrator. "Good evening, a room for two, please."
"Of course," she murmurs, nodding in agreement as they step up to the counter together. Sylvia tries her best not to look at him too directly; it feels almost too intense when their eyes meet like that. Her heart is racing, and every breath seems to echo loudly throughout the lobby.
"Hi there," the clerk chirps as they approach. "Welcome to our hotel. We have a lovely double bed room available for you tonight. Just sign this form and I'll give you your key." She hands over a clipboard and beams up at them, completely unaware of the significance this moment holds in their lives.
Sylvia flips through the papers, her fingers trembling slightly as she signs her name on the dotted line. When she looks up again, it's to meet User#1748352154658's eyes once