In Love With My Best Friend (6 page)

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fter getting through work the next day without any mishaps, I
was glad to know the weekend had arrived. I was driving to my
parents’ home, looking forward to seeing them and having a homecooked meal.

As I was entering the driveway, I noticed Camille’s car was parked in
her parents’ driveway, which only made my heart thump in my chest.
We hadn’t really spoken to each other since what happened the other
night. After holding her in my arms for the rest of the night, I left her
house the next morning feeling very guilty. If Camille hadn’t stopped
us, we would have slept together, and I would have broken my vows to
Chelsea before we even made them.

While at work yesterday, my mind kept going back to the time I first
met Chelsea. It was during our junior year of college and I was going
to a movie with Camille. When I went by Camille’s dorm room to pick
her up, Chelsea opened the door, giving me a smile that could have lit
up the entire city of Houston.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as I automatically looked into her
hazel eyes. Her long, reddish-brown hair was pulled into a ponytail,
making her look much younger than she was. She was a vision of beauty to me, and I automatically knew I wanted to know more about her….

“Hi, you must be Trevor. Camille has told me so much about you,”
Chelsea said as she extended her hand out to me.
“You must be Chelsea. How are things going with Cam? I know she
can be pretty bossy sometimes,” I jokingly said.
“I heard that!” Camille yelled from the bathroom.
Chelsea laughed at the two of us as she went toward her desk. I walked
into the room and stood by Camille’s bed.
“I’m only telling the truth. Sometimes you can be pretty intimidating.”

“Oh please! Don’t pay any attention to Trevor. He thinks every woman is intimidating when they don’t notice him. But not to worry, you
pretty much have every girl on campus eating out of the palm of your
hand,” Camille said as she entered the room.

I watched as Camille walked to her dresser to pull out a sweater. At that
time, I had to step back and notice the girl that I had considered my
best friend since our preteens. I didn’t know if it was the way she styled
her hair that day or the outfit she was wearing, but I was definitely
looking at her differently.

Chelsea noticed how I was looking at Camille. “I guess that’s why you
two never dated?”
I looked at Camille as she glanced at me. We started to laugh at Chelsea’s
comment.
“Trevor and I dating? That will never happen. We’re just friends,”
Camille said while searching through her jewelry box.

I gave a nervous chuckle as I looked from Camille to Chelsea. “Yeah,
we’re just friends.”
“Wow, I find that hard to believe that two attractive people like you
never dated.”

“I guess we never looked at each other like that. We’re like brother and
sister,” Camille said.
“Yeah, we are,” I said as I gave Camille a strange look.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, I think that was when my feelings
for Camille were slowly starting, but when she announced we were just
friends, I realized that maybe I needed to see what else was out there.

Wow, I had feelings for Camille all along,
I thought as I lay my head on the
headrest.

Once Chelsea knew it was clear to flirt with me, she did it every chance
she got. It eventually worked because we quickly started dating. After
I told Camille about Chelsea and me, the only words she uttered were
“It’s cool.”

If she would have told me she had feelings for me, we could have been together.

I closed my eyes to relieve some of the pressure I was starting to have
in my temples when someone started tapping on my window. I looked
up, startled to see my father standing by the car door. My father motioned me to get out the car, which I did.

“I was wondering when you were going to stop by the house,” he said
as he gave me a hug.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been by sooner,” I said while hugging my dad.
“You’re here now. Guess who else is here?”
“Dad, don’t tell me it’s the Andersons.”
“Why do you sound like that? I thought you would be glad to see
them.”
“I am, but I thought it would just be us today.”
“Something else is going on. What is it, son?”

Before I could say anything, we walked into the door, and my heart
started thumping again. Camille was in the living room with her parents, looking even more beautiful than the last time I saw her.

She gave me a small smile as she started to nervously put her hands in
her lap.
“Trevor, it’s great to see you,” Camille’s mom, Claire Anderson, said as
she came up to me for a hug.

As I returned the hug, I noticed that Claire and Camille could definitely pass as sisters rather than mother and daughter. The two had
the same golden-caramel-colored skin and dark-brown hair, of which
Claire had in a medium-length bob.

“Likewise, Mrs. Anderson.”
“How long have we known each other? You know you can call me
Claire.”
“OK, Claire.” I said, giving her a wide smile, which showed off my
dimples.

“Did I hear my son in here?” my mom asked as she walked into the
living room. Her black hair was bouncing back and forth as she rushed
over to me and gave me a hug.

“Hi, Mom.”
“I’m so glad you’re home,” she said as she gave me a squeeze.
“I’m glad to be home, Mom,” I said while staring at Camille.

She continued to fidget with her hands, indicating how nervous she
was around me. Camille had always been a shy girl, but she could definitely hold her own when she needed to, which made me intrigued to
be around her.

I could tell her mom was picking up some vibes between us as she
looked at her daughter and then at me.

“Dinner is almost served. Everyone wash up and go into the dining
room,” my mom said as she headed toward the breakfast nook near
the dining room.

“Do you need any help with anything, Mom?” I asked.
“No, everything is taken care of. Now relax.”

As I went into the kitchen to wash my hands, Camille was already
there. I was reaching for the soap when she was reaching for a paper
towel, which was in the same area. Our hands slightly brushed against
each other, causing a spark to go through me.

“Sorry,” Camille said softly as she hurriedly pushed her hand away and
waited for me to grab the soap.
“We can’t keep avoiding each other,” I said softly as I washed my hands.

“I know we can’t, but what happened the other night was a mistake.
Even though I would love for us to be together, you and I know we
can’t be.”

“I know, but I just keep going back to when you told me how you felt.
Why didn’t you ever tell me? If you would have been honest with me,
we could have given a relationship a chance.”

“So this is my fault? Don’t put this on me, Trevor. You were the one
who said we would only be friends and nothing more.”
“When did I say that?”
“Back in high school when Charles asked the question.”
“You’re basing this on what I said in high school about us not having
a relationship? Why didn’t you just talk to me?”
“Because I thought your feelings were pretty clear.”

“If I remember correctly, you said the exact same thing to me in your
dorm room when I first met Chelsea. Remember, ‘we’re like brother
and sister?’” I said while making air quotes.

“Oh please, that was only because of your statement in high school.”
I started to roll my eyes at Camille.
“Are we really going to blame each other over why we never dated?”

“I think we just did,” Camille said.
I went up to her and put her in my arms. She tried to resist, but I wouldn’t
let her. I needed to hold her, feel her close to me, just like the other night.

I took my finger and wiped away a tear that was falling down her cheek.
She looked at me, trying hard not to kiss me. Even though both of our
parents were in the dining room, I didn’t care. I picked up her chin and
looked directly at her. She stared into my brown eyes as I brought her
lips toward mine. The events from Thursday started to flow through
my mind as my lips longingly touched hers, reliving the desire we felt
for each other that night.

As we deepened our kiss, Camille drew me closer to her, causing her
back to go up against the counter. I moved my hand underneath her
shirt, sliding her bra up to feel her breast. She ran her fingers through
my hair, which completely put me over the edge. I pulled her up so
she could sit on the counter while I moved my hand up her thigh and
under her skirt. I slithered my hand between the fabric of her lace
panties, causing her to tremble.

“We can’t do this here,” she lustfully whispered in my ear.
“We can if we’re quiet,” I said as I kissed her neck.
“This is your parents’ home. I won’t disrespect them like this,” she
struggled to say while giving a tiny moan.
The kitchen door swung open, causing me to turn around and Camille
to jump off the counter.
“Am I interrupting something?” Camille’s dad, Keith Anderson, asked.
Camille gave an embarrassed stare at her father while trying to pull
down her skirt. I turned my head, not sure what to say or do.
“No, Dad. We’ll be out in a second,” she said softly.
Mr. Anderson looked at the both of us with a disenchanted gaze before turning around and going back into the dining room.
Camille went to the sink and washed her hands. She looked at me as
she walked toward the door.
“We can’t keep doing this.”
“Camille, wait.”
She walked out of the kitchen, leaving me unsure of how to explain
what just happened to anyone, let alone to myself.