Loving Lilly

A steady thumping in my chest rocked my entire body with each beat. My hands had become covered with sweat, and my forehead was growing hotter with each passing moment. I tried to focus on the movie playing in front of me, but my mind could not wrap itself around the plotline. My thoughts were too far gone to attempt to pay attention to even what was dubbed the best action movie of the year.
I was thankful that it was dark in the theatre; in broad daylight my nervousness would have been so much more apparent. At least in the back of the large dark room no one would be looking at me, except perhaps the girl sitting next to me. I had only known her a month, yet I felt like I had spent my entire life getting to know her. She was the picture of beauty in my eyes: long light brown hair, hazel eyes, and thin pink lips painted with clear shiny lip gloss positioned perfectly on her pale face. Compared to her, even I looked like I had some sort of tan on my complexion. My lips were thick and painted a dark and shiny magenta, so different from hers. I fantasized briefly how her small mouth would feel puckered and touching mine…
As soon as the thought entered my head, I quickly pushed it out. I didn’t even know if she was interested in girls, let alone a girl like me. We were only here together because we didn’t want to see this movie alone and had no other friends with the same interest in it as we did. I was merely her companion today, nothing more. Even with that knowledge, I couldn’t help but want to dress up in a red sundress covered in large pink roses with a saddle colored woven belt around my waist. Like every other day, I covered my eyelids with pink shadow and brown eyeliner, lining my waterline as well. My cheeks had a rosy tint to them already, so I didn’t bother with blush.
I snuck a glance at her again. All I could see on her pretty face besides her lip gloss was black mascara on her beautiful eyes. She didn’t need anything more; her face belonged on the cover of Teen Vogue with or without makeup. She was so lucky. I noticed many a guy looking at her when we walked in. She didn’t give any of them the time of day, although I caught her smiling nervously as we walked to our seats. Liked me, she preferred sitting in the very back so that no feet would be kicking at our seats. The rows were separated far enough apart that even the tallest man sitting in front of us would not have posed any issue.
I didn’t even notice the end of the movie when the end credits began to roll on the screen. I stood up, grabbing my small purse and putting it on my shoulder.
“What did you think of it Valerie?” she asked, her voice sounding like wind chimes.
“Great ending to the series,” I said, keeping vague in case I missed a crucial detail.
“Agreed.