3 years later

I woke up on Clay's chest again, feeling his arms spooning me and enveloping me in a feeling I was happy to have every morning. 

It was Eve's birthday, and after years of failed attempts, I was finally going to do it right. 

I lean up, kissing Clay's jaw as I sit up to get ready for the day. 

I must have been oblivious all those years, still not having learned that my boyfriend awoke at the slightest touch. 

He grabs my arm as I begin to get out of bed, a subtle gentility lining his touch that would go unnoticed by anyone other than the two of us. 

I sit back down, having him pull me into a passionate, soft kiss. I sigh happily into it. 

Wow. 

Happy. 

I hadnt realized it until now just how happy I'd been the past few years. Clay had been right. 

I could look at the smiles around me, knowing that they weren't just to make me feel better. 

I could look at the light gleaming in my lover's eye and know that it wasn't just there to make my day a bit brighter. 

Kind gestures could be received from my little sister, and I'd know that it wasn't just to let me know not to mask my emotions. 

I could say that I was feeling a bit down without fear flashing in the eyes of the blonde. 

I could be upset with Eve's antics and not have her worry that I was depressed. 

And yet, because all these things had happened, I was able to enjoy the rain that much more. Whether it was light or came crashing down, I didnt have to use the gloomy weather as a mask for my sobs. 

I found myself laying underneath Clay now, allowing him to explore my mouth while my arm was pinned above my head. 

As he pulled away, I got a good look at the blonde above me, making him pause his movements so that I could admire his features, running my hands through his hair. 

My boyfriend leaned into my touch, his eyes becoming half-lidded as the now lustily green pupils stared back at me with affection. 

It was ethreal to me, that years ago, when I was 15 and stupid I would have done anything for my best friend to reciprocate feelings for me, and now I had him. 

I woke up in his embrace every morning. 

I kissed his lips every night. 

I made out with him every week. 

I had sex with him every month. 

I talked with him every day and heard that he loved me every hour. 

I had his company whenever I wanted and heard his laugh all the time. 

And as he lay beside me, running his hands through my hair as I snuggled back into his embrace, closing my eyes and delaying my own sister's birthday for another hour, I smiled without restraint. 

~time skip. Ill give you guys closure~

I was walking hand and hand with my boyfriend in the bakery, looking at the many cakes they had. 

We were arguing over his basic favorite ice cream flavor: mint chocolate. 

He was telling me that chocolate caramel was disgusting. 

I enjoyed it. 

The party was in an hour, and Clay and I were already mentally preparing ourselves for it. 

It would be Eve's first boy-girl party, and she'd been giggling and blushing around a particular raven-haired boy lately who'd been invited to the party. 

My boyfriend and I were unimpressed. 

However, as I sat in the living room as my sister begged me to allow him to come, I remember not wanting to douse whatever 'social status' she might have with him, despite me wanting to cut contact altogether. 

We were paying for the cake as I turned towards the door at the sound of a bell, stiffening immediately at the customer in front of me. 

It was the two boys that had beat me in high school; that were the cause of so much of my pain. 

I'd nearly forgotten about them, but there they were, the man with blonde hair and blue eyes peering back at me questioningly, a spark or recognition in his pupils. 

The other, black hair tossed to the side and blowing in the slight breeze behind him looked apprehensive, apologetic in some senses. 

We stared at each other for a minute, contemplating and taking into account our brief history with one another. 

Then, we were interrupted by a loud yell, and looking down between the two, I saw a young boy with red-brown hair yelling at all the pastries he saw, the two men's interlocked hands hanging behind his head. 

I brought my gaze back up to my two past tormentors, giving a curt nod of my approval and forgiveness as I felt Clay's arm wrap around me and lead me out of the shop. 

I sigh as my face hits the almost-humid rainy air, preparing for a beast of a party later. 

Bet you didnt expect a cameo for them two...

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