Giggling, Devon and I got onto the late night train. Alone, I don’t think either of us could have walked, but we were fine with each other.
We stepped inside of the train, and sat down at a bench. The train car was basically empty.
“Dev, did you see that boy with the blue hair?” I asked, still stifling a small laugh.
“I’m a thousand percent sure he’s gay,” she replied.
“No way, he was totally hitting on me while he was there! He complimented my eyeliner!”
“That’s why I know he’s gay,” She said. We both laughed.
“What about the guy who kept buying you drinks?” I asked.
“Oh, him? He’s just a friend of mine. He knows what I like to drink.”
“You don’t think he wants to find out anything else you like?” I was covering my smirk with my hand as I said that.
“If he does, I’ll never find out,” she gave me a confident smile and laughed. Then, she suddenly looked very serious. “We talk about boys a lot, but we never pick one to stay,” she said.
I blinked at her a couple of times. “Well, we’re young, we can have fun whenever, right?”
“Yeah, but our fun is always just talking. We don’t ever stay with anyone.”
I shook my head and laughed a little bit. “We stay with each other. We’re roommates, you silly.”
“I know,” she said. She looked out one of the train windows. “Don’t you ever think about it, or why?”
I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I felt butterflies in my stomach anyway.
She continued. “We spend so much time together, you and me, and we go and party, and look at boys, and flirt with boys, but it’s still just us in the end.”
Then she whispered. I didn’t hear it.
“Say that again?” I said.
She moved closer to me, and whispered in my ear, “I think I love you.”
My stomach fluttered and I felt heat rise to my cheeks. Dev grasped me close to her and held on. I gripped her back. “Maybe I love you, too.”