Cara: Kissed and MissedMature

My exams were finished finally, and I put the pen down with an exhausted sigh. We filed out of the hall and I went over to Ali, who stood by the door.

"Hey, how'd it go?"

"Good I guess." She shrugged. She'd not really been talking to me since our night out. I think her 'revelation' had ruined our friendship. It hurt, but I couldn't do anything to make her feel better. Her girlfriend didn't remember her, and before she'd lost her memory she'd told me I was the one she loved. I winced at the memory. It had been haunting me.

I hadn't seen Sam much either. She was busy organising the art evening, and I had been revising. She'd promised to come over tonight, because we were all going out to celebreate the end of exams. But I didn't feel like celebrating... I didn't know what I felt like.

My phone buzzed and I glanced down at it absent mindedly.

Anna Home.

I picked up hurriedly.


"Hey Cara. Listen, Anna is coming back tomorrow. The doctor says it might help her recover the rest of her memory."

"Oh... wow. Really?"

"Yes. You couldn't make sure everything is ready could you?"


"Alright then. You ok? You sound strange..."

"No I'm fine... just got out of an exam and you gave me a bit of a surprise is all."

"Oh alright. Hope the exam went well chuck. I'd better go. Lots of packing to  do."

"Ok, see you soon."

I hung up and Ali stared at me.

"What was that about?"

"Anna's coming back."

Ali stared at me for a minute, then nodded and looked down at her feet as she walked.


"No, I don't want to talk about it."

"Ali please..."

"No Cara."

We continued to walk in silence.


"So it's in the big halls at the top of the hill. I've arranged a van for you and the equiptment. Of course I hope Cara will be coming with me..." Sam looked at me hesitantly, as if waiting for my response. I nodded and she smiled slightly. "So we'll have music from a jazz band for most of the night, but I thought near the end it would be good if we wound up with something a little more fun."

"That's great. Really." Liam agreed, glancing over at me. I knew I wasn't getting involved, but all I could think of was Anna coming home. What if she remembered how she felt about me? Sam... I glanced at my beautiful girlfriend and then looked hurriedly away. Anna had been there all my life, but I didn't think I could really love her... not like I loved Sam anyway...

"Are you alright?" Sam muttered, stroking my arm.

"Just not really in the party mood I guess."

"That's what you were saying before we had our first dance together."

I smiled at the memory and leant my head against her.

"I'm just exhausted. Mentally anyway. I need to be doing something that doesn't require thought."

"I can think of something." She muttered in to my hair.

"I can't leave... not this early..."

"That's not what I meant," she chuckled. "Dance with me."

I closed my eyes and smiled. Sam could always comfort me, and she knew exactly how. I followed her to the edge of the dance floor, where she smoothed her hands over my hips and swayed with me. I wrapped my arms around her and laid my head on her shoulder. This warmth and closeness was what I needed. It took my mind away from the aching hole that had been expanding in my chest.

"Only one more week till I can dance with you properly." She muttered in to my hair once more.

"What do you call this?" I asked, my eyes closed as I enjoyed being close to her.

"Dancing for those who haven't got a full dance floor."

"So at the art evening you want to dance in front of everyone?" I asked, puzzled.

"No. And yes. Not on our own, but the floor will have more space. It's a large room. And you can show me those ballroom and latin skills you've been telling me about."

"I'm not that good."

"Well I'm out of practice so we should match perfectly."

I smiled although she couldn't see and snuggled closer.

"We do match perfectly."

She stilled momentarily and then a chuckle reverberated through her body.

"What?" I asked, lifting my head to stare up at her.

"I think I might have to steal you from this party sooner than you think. Just to show you how perfectly matched we are."

I reached up and kissed her gently.

"Just for thatI'm wearing the black dress to your art thing."

"I look forward to it." She winked.

I let out a loud sigh and leaned on her again.

"Sorry. I just can't stop thinking that Anna is coming back tomorrow. I don't know what to do."

"Just be there for her. That's all she could ask."

"Sam... I have to tell you something..." I realised, and took her hand, pulling her towards the exit.

"What? Cara, wait..."

We reached the cool night air and I covered my face with my hands. My chest hurt. There was a lump in my throat. I didn't want to cry. Sam's arms wrapped softly around me and she kissed the back of my head.

"What's wrong?"

"Anna... the night she knocked herself out... she said something to me. And if she remembers I don't know what to do. So I've almost been praying that she doesn't, so that I don't have to deal with it. Does that make me a bad person?"

"No, no it doesn't. What did she say?"

"She told me... oh Sam she said she loved me. That it had always been me." Sam was still behind me. A few seconds passed where I didn't dare turn round and silent tears drifted down my cheeks.

"And you don't know which of us to choose."

I span round and pushed her, none too gently. She stumbled a little in shock.

"How can you think that? How dare you even say that?"

"I thought that's what you meant..."

"No! Of course not. Of course not. I'm in love with you. And it hurts every time I think that you're looking at someone else. The thought of you with someone else makes me feel like all the light's gone out from the world. I just don't know whether I can cope with my best friend being in love with me. Not when I have no feelings for her at all. I don't have time for feelings... because they're all tied up to you."

She didn't say anything, just grabbed my hand and pulled me to her. I held on for dear life and we stood there, in the street, me with tears pouring down my face and her clutching me to her in a breathless hug.

"How do you do these things to me?" She whispered, before kissing me so hard I almost fell over in my heels.

"Home, now." I muttered against her lips.

"You read my mind."


I pushed her roughly against my wardrobe and she exhaled sharply. I couldn't keep control, because all that worry and doubt from the last week or so had exploded out of me. I pressed myself against her and unbuttoned her trousers, sliding my hand in and under the band of her pants as I kissed her and rubbed against her.

"Where's this coming from?" She muttered, moaning almost before the last syllable had left her lips.

"You..." I replied, kissing her neck and biting a little on her jaw.


How we made it to the bed after thse first few minutes I don't remember, but I do remember waking up to find myself wrapped in Sam's arms, sore and happy. Then I saw the time and realised that I had half an hour until Anna's dad had said they'd be here. Leaping out of bed wasn't an option, so I practically crawled to the shower. And after a few minutes, Sam joined me.

"I ache." She muttered, grinning as the water soothed us.

"Me too. But in a good way."

"Oh yes, in a good way. A very good way." She pushed my hair back as she rubbed shower gel in to my skin, stopped, and then chuckled.


"I hope you can cover that." She muttered. I looked out of the shower in to the mirror and gasped. There was a large hickey on the base of my neck.

"You!" I poked her and groaned. "I can't believe it. Why'd you do that?"

"I got carried away. If you remember, last night was pretty... hot."

I blushed and threw one last look at the mark before closing the shower door and letting Sam rub my shoulders gently with the jasmine smelling gel.

The End

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