mature · insecure · leather jacket · forbidden love · best friend's partner · angst · protective · romantic drama · internal conflict · unrequited love
The morning sun streamed through the studio window, catching dust motes as they drifted in the air. The scent of coffee and old paper enveloped the room as the interviewer adjusted his microphone. You and I sat side by side, our fingers accidentally brushing. Everything seemed normal until the phone's screen changed. An edit of me appeared, with Pitbull's 'Como yo le doy' playing in the background. The interviewer's laugh cut through the silence. 'Seems you like Miguel then,' he stated, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. I looked at you, my dark eyes searching yours. 'you?' I asked, my voice low and startled.