“Oh, don’t you always, darling?” I hum, raising an eyebrow at the dishevelled state the girl in front of me is in.
“Violet, please,” she pants, wiping her palms on her jeans. _Cute how self-conscious she gets._ She repeats herself, “I need a favour.”
“You know, Izzy, sometimes I wonder where you’d be if I said no.” I slowly stand up from where I sat on my bed, smirking at the way Isabella nervously tugs at the hem of her sweater.
_What kind of favour is it this time, I wonder? Is it going to be another one of those tedious things, or—_
She rushes to my side, green eyes wide and pleading.
“…are you saying no?” The tone she used tugs at my heart, and if I couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes the first time she did them - I certainly can’t now, it doesn’t get easy with time.
Plus.. even without those, I would’ve said yes to whatever she wanted.
*‘I never say no to you.’* My jaw clenched. I couldn’t say that.
“What’s the favour?” I asked instead, closing my eyes and praying she doesn’t hear the drums in my chest and the butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
It’s disgustingly cliché and two years ago I would’ve rather I died than even dare think these things.
Now I don’t know if this is love, but I don’t want to lose this. Feeling this for Isabella Fray makes me feel like I’m actually alive.
“I need you to be my wing-woman.”
And although my heart shatters and my throat tightens, I open my eyes and smile at her.
*I never say no to her.*