Chapter 1
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Britney's POV...
Sometimes I swear I can't stop staring at her. I look at her, and she pretends she doesn't notice, and then when I feel her eyes on me, I turn around to catch her glance, but she turns her head around, hoping I don't notice. But I do. And I wonder, what is it that I feel? Why do I get butterflies in my stomach everytime she touches me, even if it's just a light brush over my skin, barely contact at all. Is the reason why I look at her just to marvel in her beauty, or is it something more? I can't quite yet figure it out, but I think. And I dream. I would never admit it, but I sometimes dream about her. And I don't know why. I dream that she's touching me and kissing me in a way that it can only be as much as a dream. And I hate that. For some strange twisted reason, I wish it could be more. But then I slip back into reality, and I see she has a boyfriend, and she doesn't even like me that way. I see we're just really good friends, and that's all we ever will be. But I still wish it was more. I dream it's more. I long for more. I live for the reason that just maybe, one day it will be more. Maybe it's my dreams that catapult me into the fantasy, and maybe I just can't tell the difference between dreams and reality anymore. And maybe that's good, because, honestly, I don't want to know the truth. I couldn't live with the truth.
So now I watch her, and she's sitting across from me, stroking her boyfriend Jorge's hair lovingly, making me wish that I was him. I watch in jealousy and envy and she looks at me, and I think she sees the burning hurt in my eyes, so I turn away and stare at the floor. I could feel her eyes on me, but I don't look up. I can't. If I did, she'd see the pain in my eyes, and she would ponder why I was hurt, and she'd know. She'd know that I love her. She'd know I couldn't live without her. She'd know that the reason I breathe is her.
"Ugh, I've got to go to practice our dance routine. I'll see you later." I lifted my head to see him kiss her lips gently, and then breathed an inner sigh of relief as he got up and left the room, leaving her and me. Together. Alone.
She seemed nervous and I could see it. Her eyes were looking away from me, trying to ignore my eyes frozen on her face, just watching her. After a few minutes in silence, she spoke up. "So, how's touring, Brit?"
"It's fine. Awesome, actually." I simpered at her as she turned her eyes to look directly at me. It sent a moving feeling all over my body, because her eyes seemed so warm and gentle and caring. I knew I could look in them all day. Stare in them all day.
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Christina's POV...
As I caress my hand through Jorge's dark black uncombed hair, I can't help but notice Britney staring at me from the corner of my eye. The past few weeks she's been doing that, and I don't know why. First I thought I had something on my face, maybe a zit or something, but I realized I don't. Besides, one zit can't last for weeks on end, and even if they could, why would Britney be so interested in that? And whenever I touch her, I feel a tingling sensation all over my body, it was weird, because this is how I'm suppose to feel with Jorge. Not Britney. But for some reason, I don't feel much for Jorge. I used to, but I just don't anymore. I haven't since Britney had started acting really weird, and I know I feel something for her. I feel so guilty everytime I'm with Jorge and she looks at me like I betrayed her, or like I'm cheating on her, but I'm not.
And now Jorge tells me he has to go and he kisses me with his full lips, and I can feel and see Britney's jealous and envy through her eyes, and I can see pain and hurt and heartbreak. But what am I suppose to do? Pull back when Jorge kisses me? I can't do that, because then he'll think that there is something wrong with me. And maybe there is. Maybe the thing wrong with me is that I feel something for Britney. And I know it's more than just a crush, it's true. It's the real thing.
I watch as Jorge leaves, and I see her eyes on me again now. She's just staring at me like she was before, but the pain is gone now, and I can see the little Britney that I knew back in MMC. The child inside her was still burning free, and I could see it. She was looking at me with the same look Jorge gives me. The look I see when he's just about to kiss me, the love burning inside his soul, which I can see through his eyes.
Now I can't stand this uncomfortable silence anymore, so I ask her something about touring and she answers, and smiles at me. We make brief eye contact and I felt my stomach get all jittery with butterflies. Her eyes smile just like her mouth and I know that I can look in them all day. I can stare in them all day.