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Juliette realise she likes her best friend, and she is willing to explore a lot more than just regular studying at a cafe.
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It was another humid afternoon, the sun rolling heavy heat across the canteen steps and benches. I could feel the concrete warmth through my shorts, the kind of warmth that clung and lingered in my underwear even after i stand up.
It was the usual end of day lull. School mostly emptied out by now, everyone heading home or off to tuition, leaving the campus hollow and quiet.
Sometimes you could hear cars humming along Bishan Road, distant and constant, like background music nobody turned off.
Lisa sat next to me, tie undone, that pink clip stabbing through her fringe.
Juliette : What do you keep wearing that lame hairclip?
Lisa : Because it’s cute…and you gave it to me…
Juliette : tsk…
I rolled my eyes as she poked at my hair.
Lisa : Your hair’s a mess…not time to use your dyson hairdryer this morning?
Juliette : i could barely crawl out of bed this morning.
Lisa reached out, fingers brushing my cheek, tucking a stray curl back where it belonged.
I didn’t move. Not on the outside at least. Inside, it was sharp and sudden, something breaking open way too fast. We’d always been close. I mean, we shared drinks, tangled elbows, bickered over socks and PE t-shirt, all those casual touches. But today… today was not like that. Something felt different.
Juliette: haiyah…what you doing?
She ignored me and shifted closer to me like it was nothing.
Lisa : so…later…you want to actually study, or do we pretend, then go eat prata again? haha
I nudged her knee.
Juliette : We could study at the prata shop…
Lisa: right…haha…
Her grin was mischief, leaning in like we were plotting something naughty.
She bumped my shoulder, left it there. I could feel the warmth through our shirts, through the thin cotton.
Her breath carried laughter, her laughter was light and close. Being near her was always easy. Lately, though, I’d been paying attention to things I shouldn’t, like the catch of sunlight on her lashes, how she always smelled like soap and ginger after training, and the way her grip steadied me, just tight enough, every time we dashed across traffic.
I thought maybe I could ignore it. Ignore everything, if my heart would just shut up.
Juliette : study first…then prata…
She just raised her eyebrows, like I was being ridiculous.
Lisa : please…you’re already thinking about the wet…wet…curry…
Juliette : Tsk…you’re very irritating you know.
Lisa gave me the look, all smug and satisfied, then sprawled out, legs stretching long under the table. She was always like that,comfortable, confident, taking up space without fighting for it. I envied that.
Ok, i admit, i envy her legs. They were long and beautiful, sometimes i find myself wishing i could touch them. I should not be having these thoughts but i could not control myself.
Sometimes our knees met underneath, accidental maybe, maybe not, happening enough that it felt like a pattern. Every time, there is that flutter in my heart. Small and stupid, but impossible to ignore.
I told myself it was just stress. Exams. That was all.
Wind gusted suddenly from the field nearby and almost lift up Lisa’s skirt.
Lisa : oops…
Juliette: hahha…
She looked around, thankful there were no other boys around.
Lisa : did not wear safety shorts today…heheh…
Juliette: you naughty girl…
Lisa : ooohh…i like the way you say that…
Then we both burst out laughing like it was something silly.
She sat down beside me, grumbling about how she could no longer look at her notes. I turned to face Lisa the same time she orientated herself to face me.
We both noticed how near we were, her breath tracing my skin, her knee up against mine and not moving away at all.
We’d been best friends for years but right then, all I could focus on were those tiny contact points. Everything else faded out.
Juliette: hey…
Just like that, she blinked and the moment scattered.
Lisa : let’s go la…if not the prata show will be crowded later.
I followed, all tangled up inside. Relieved and disappointed. At the same time.
The prata shop was starting to get crowded but we still manage to land our usual seat by the window.
Lisa : what you getting?
Juliette : usually la…
Lisa : but…i like to hear you say it…mmmh?
I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my chest from clenching.
Juliette : Egg prata. Teh peng.
Lisa : mmmh…i love to hear you say ‘peng!’
Juliette : you very bo liao you know.haha.
Lisa placed the order then sat down opposite me. We just looked at each other and the world around us just seemed to fade away. Like we were the only individuals in the prata shop.
How do i explain this?
How do i explain how i feel for Lisa?
That ache that bloomed whenever she smiled, like gravity pulling me sideways. The shift in the air every time she touched me. How was I supposed to say any of that?
Lisa : eh…you ok?
Juliette: erm…yeah…
Lisa : Is this…
She made a gesture in the air with her hand, drawing limp circles while giving me a judgemental look.
Lisa : Is this one of those mental health cry for help kind of look? You need to talk to a peer support leader or some shit?
I burst out laughing and almost threw the container of sugar at her.
Juliette : Don’t be crazy!
Lisa : chill man…but…yeah…if you need to talk…about anything…i’m here ya?
She reached out and caught my hand, threading her fingers into mine like always. But this time, the heat jumped straight to my cheeks.
I act normal but in my head, i could feel alarm bells going off
Juliette: mmmh…
Lisa : good…
She squeezed, thumb rubbing circles over my skin.
Lisa : Because I’d be sad if you hid stuff from me.
She didn’t let go for a bit. My heart sped up like it wanted to escape my chest.
We ate slow. We talked about nothing: morning assembly, teachers, the new girl who everyone thought was pretty. Lisa laughed at my GP mistakes, I teased her for the flowers she received from 3 of the best looking guys in our cohort.
Lisa : please la…they are crazy…boys…sigh…
Juliette : You’re so pretty…all the boys are crazy about you.
Lisa : i don’t like them la…haha
Juliette: then who you like?
Initially, there was silence, then Lisa broke the hush.
Lisa : I like days like this.
Juliette : huh ? What do you mean?
She shrugged.
Lisa : Just us. Not having to do anything. Just…us being us…
That caught me off-guard.
Juliette : I…like that too…
Lisa was watching me. Observing me, like she wanted to say something.
Lisa : Juliette…
She glanced down at my mouth. Barely a second, but long enough to notice. My heart jumped.
She blinked.
Lisa : Never mind. Next time.
We finished our prata, our teh peng, and made our way to the train station.
At the train, she nudged my hand with hers. Just one more spark.
Lisa :Text me when you get home ya.
Juliette : I always do.
The train doors shut. I stared through the glass, pulse pounding.
I couldn’t say when it started, or how, or whether Lisa felt it too.
But it was happening, slow but impossible to stop.
I’m falling for her.
Coming soon.