Belle was my best friend back home when I was 20 years old. She was always cheerful and always very random – two things I always like in a girl -. There was a period of time when we spend almost all of our time togeter. But although we saw each other everyday, it never occured to us we could (or even should) be something more than friends. To be totally honest, I didn't feel very attracted to her and never got the feeling she felt something for me either, so we just kept on doing random shit and laughing our asses off as friends.
Untill…
It was on a cold night in Decemeber when we decided to go out into the city and grab some drinks. She was wearing thight jeans and an xxl sweater in which she felt comfortable (but had the unique property to hide all the best parts of the female body). Her hair was in a ponytail and her glasses were fogged up by the cold outside. It turned out to be an amazing night that night, but when the clock hit four, we agreed to go back home. We could both need some sleep. So we took off and made the fifteen minute hike back to my place (she insisted to crash on my couch, because she didn't want to walk alone).