Lost In Tranquillity

I was in love. Pretty weird thing y'know. Love can make you feel completely at ease while world war three is going on around you. Sometimes it's the most calming thing in the world. Other times it angers you to no end. It's a pretty fickle emotion, and I was feeling it. I was in love with my best friend.

He said he loved me too. But I knew he meant in the friend way, not the 'marry me' way. And I was fine with that; at least he loved me in some way. Even if I told him exactly how I felt, he would take it in his stride and carry on as usual. There was nothing stopping me telling him my feelings.

Apart from my fear of rejection.

I thought I could go on concealing my feelings from him. I thought I could just act like the only thing I felt for him was friendship. But he just kept making it harder. He flirted with me, in more than a boy-
space-friend kind of way. He kept touching me. Whether it was randomly holding my hand, hugging me, or scraping his hand across my bare flesh. Sometimes I caught him staring at me (my lips in particular, mostly) and he would quickly turn away, like a pre-teen with a crush. He was pushing me to my limit.

One day I just lost it.

It was a normal day. Shane and I were just goofing off in my room, watching a film. He was taking things a little too far again. He was tickling me, and not only that, but he was just a little too close. Seriously, I could feel his hot breath on my neck. His hands slipped under my shirt. And I blew up.

"Shane, get the fuck off. Just, just stop. Please. You're pushing me to my damn limits. I can't take it any longer. Stop." I said, distancing myself from him.

"What? What are you talking about Mitchie?" He was confused, to say the least.

"I'm talking about you constantly touching me, constantly flirting with me, acting like we're more than friends. I just can't take it. I'm fine with being just friends with you normally, but when you're
acting like this, it's just torture."

"What?"

"Jesus Christ Shane, are you fucking oblivious?" Shit, there was no going back from this. I had to tell him how I felt now.

"I'm more than confused here Mitch."

"I fucking love you, you idiot." His jaw dropped, literally.

"Y-you do?"

"Uh, yeah, I wouldn't have said it if I didn't." That's it Mitchie, throw in some sarcasm when you're telling someone you're in love with them.

Then something weird happened. One minute I was looking at Shane. Then he began to smile. He walked towards me and pressed his lips to mine. He cupped my face before sliding his hands into my hair. My hands came to his arms as I kissed him back. My lips felt like they were on fire. I felt him bite my lower lip, asking for entrance. Hang on, what the he'll was going on here. Why was Shane kissing me?

I pulled away, and looked up at him in confusion.

"What the fuck Shane?"

"That was so much better than my dreams." He had this big grin on his face, the same one he always wore when he got something he wanted.

"Can you please explain what just happened?"

"I kissed you." He smirked. Why the hell was he smirking?

"No shit, Sherlock. Why did you kiss me?" More of that sarcasm. Is that like my defence mechanism or something?

"Because I love you too."

And just like that, everything was peaceful. It's funny how love can do that, isn't it?

AN: So I've had the title in my head a while when my co-worker said it when he meant to say lost in translation. SO yeah, why did I randomly do this one –shot? Because it's a certain best friend of mine's birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY! LOVE YOU! So, I'm not sure about it, but oh well. R&R