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More Than Friends

Prompt 1: "We're not just friends and you fucking know it,"

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It was your 18th birthday, and your parents surprised you by allowing you to have a large birthday party with all of your friends. It was a moment you had dreamed of for months, and you couldn't wait to see everyone celebrate this milestone in your life.

The party started in the evening, and as you entered the house, you were greeted by the vibrant decorations that had been set up. There were balloons, streamers, and banners everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.

Your friends and family were already there, laughing and having a great time.

As you walked in, everyone cheered and wished you a happy birthday. They presented you with gifts, ranging from thoughtful presents to silly gag gifts, all of which brought a smile to your face.

"Y/N! I can't believe you're now an adult! Like us!" Imani squealed, handing you a large pink bag.

"Yeah Y/N, took you long enough!" Ama added, hugging you before placing her own gift on top of Imani's.

"Now we can go drinking!" Malaika said, having a slurred speech and wobbling around even though the party started one hour ago.

You admitted to Imani with a grin. "I know right! I can't believe it!"

"It's not my fault you're two years older than me!" You argued with Ama in a teasing tone.

"Malaika, you know I'm not allowed to drink until I'm 21." You sternly said to Malaika, going to lecture her but Imani stopped you.

"Relax! It's your birthday!" She said gently, taking my gifts and placing them on the birthday table. "Stop acting like the mom of the group today and actually enjoy yourself,"

"Okay," You sighed, "I'll try,"

You were often referred to as the "mom of the group" due to your mature and responsible attitude. You were always the one making sure everyone was safe and sound, and your friends often turned to you for advice and guidance.

"Y/N!" Your mother called out to you, and you looked over to see her standing with a woman.

She was wearing a long black dress and had a warm, friendly smile on her face. "This is Mrs. Miller, your neighbor," Your mother said with a smile, gesturing to the woman.

"She heard about your birthday and wanted to give you a present, so I invited her over to join us." Mrs. Miller reached over and handed you a small package, her smile widening as you accepted it.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N," She said with a chuckle. "I hope you have a wonderful day."

"Thank you Mrs. Miller, for the gift,"

"No worries and I love the dress," She said with a smile.

You thanked her again and opened the present, revealing a beautiful necklace with a crystal pendant. Your eyes widened in surprise and you thanked Mrs. Miller, genuinely touched by her kind gesture.

You were wearing a tight black dress that stopped just before your knees, and had two thin strap on one shoulder. The dress was made of a soft, silky material and had a sweetheart neckline that accentuated your curves. It had a tight bodice that hugged your body and flared out at the waist, creating an elegant silhouette.

The skirt was long and had a slight pleat, giving it more fullness at the bottom and a slight flow. The straps were thin and delicate, and the dress had a slightly shimmery finish to it.

There was a knock on the door that caught your attention, and you excused myself to answer it as soon as you heard it.

You opened the door to see a man with his hoodie up and his hands in his pockets. He took it off as soon as he made eye contact, showing his identity towards you.

"Kofi!" You gasped in shock, opening the door wider for him to walk in, "What are you doing here?"

A genuine smile formed on his lips, his dimples showing with pride. "Happy birthday, Y/N," He said, his voice gentle and warm.

Kofi was a handsome black man with a strong jawline and chiseled features. He had a toned physique and stood tall with confidence. His dark skin glowed with a youthful radiance, and his deep brown eyes were warm and inviting.

He stepped forward and handed you a small box. "I wanted to get you something special for your birthday."

You opened the box to find a beautiful silver bracelet with a diamond charm.

"Oh my goodness!" You gasped in surprise. "Kofi, this is too much! I can't believe you got me this!"

"It's the least I can get for you," He answered, closing the door behind us.

"Y/N! Who's at the door!" You heard Ama yell from the other room, her voice slurred so you assumed she got drunk with Malaika.

You turn your gaze at Kofi, who already had his gaze on you, and asked in a hopeful tune. "Are you staying?"

"Of course I'm staying, if you want me to," Kofi confirmed with a grin, "But I'm sure your friends would pester you to death if they saw us together now,"

"They can think what they want," You answered quickly, wearing the bracelet which matched the necklace that Mrs. Miller got you.

You hoped it didn't show but you wanted him to stay over so badly.

You two have been friends for less than a year, yet coincidentally he's already met your mom and dad, both of them taking a liking to him immediately.

They joke how they already gave him their blessings to marry you but I wish it was true.

A little crush was an understatement of what you were feeling for him.

It's the longest you've liked someone in your whole life.

You felt a strong, almost inexplicable desire for him, not the desire for lust but something else. Like you feel completely dedicated to him, ready to do anything and everything to help him through a tough spot or even just make his life a little easier.

It might sound crazy when you were just 'friends' after all.

He was the most popular guy in school, ladies lining up for him. He had a reputation for being a charmer, always with a kind word and gentlemanly demeanor. He was admired by many for his wit, intelligence, and good looks.

He had a natural air of confidence that many young women found irresistible.

It was almost unbelievable that Kofi and you were even friends. After all, you two came from two completely different worlds. He was the most popular guy in school with girls lining up for him, whereas you were the shy girl who kept to yourself and stayed in the background.

Both of you had nothing in common, yet somehow you two managed to form a strong bond of friendship.

It was almost too good to be true.

You and Kofi shared a knowing look as you both walked into the living room, where your three friends were standing around trying to hear your conversation.

They all looked up, startled, and quickly tried to look busy.

"Hey guys, this is my friend Kofi," I introduced them to him.

"Kofi, these are Ama, Malaika and Imani," I stated, gesturing to all of them individually.

"Hey Kofi!" in a cheerful tone.

"Hey handsome," in a seductive tone.

"Nice name," also in a seductive tone.

It was obvious who said what.

Though when you looked at Kofi, he seemed to be unbothered by the compliments and nicely said hello to all of them before mom's voice could be heard from the other side of the house.

"Kofi! You made it!" She yelled, rushing over to bring him into a tight hug, which Kofi returned quickly.

"Hello auntie,"

"Oh stop! Don't call me that, you're making me sound old," She laughed, "Call me mother-in-law instead,"

Excuse me? Were you the only shocked by what she had said?

You looked over at your friends, who all had shocked expressions on their faces so you definitely weren't hearing things.

"Mom-"

"Hello mother-in-law," Kofi said in a relaxed tone, giving a small smile.

You didn't know why but having those words come out of his mouth made you feel like jelly. You were shocked you could even be standing right now.

"Such an obedient child!" Your mother complimented him, "Y/N! As my only daughter, you have to marry him!"

You knew it was just a joke as she was laughing joyfully and he was smiling but before you could stop it, your lips moved to form a word.

"Okay,"

All of them looked at me. Ama, Malaika and Imani looked in a 'when's the wedding?' expression, Mother looked in a 'I was joking, don't feel pressured,' expression and Kofi.

Kofi's expression was unreadable towards you. A mix of relief and sadness but that was hidden with a neutral look.

"The auntie have to got to meet you Kofi!" Mother said brightly before taking him away from us.

Not before he looked back to say, "Later,". Well you lip read him and you thought he said later, that doesn't mean he actually said-

"Did he say later!" Your friends squealed in unison, crowding you with questions.

"No, I am not dating him, yes, we are just friends and no, I don't know his friends and if they're as hot as him," You answered in one breath while taking a seat on the large sofa.

"You should get ready!"

"For what?"

"Oh Y/N, my sweet innocent child, someone like him says later to you, they mean-" Malaika explained, finishing the sentence with a gesture since children were still around.

"Really?" You thought he just wanted to chat a little.

"Yes, now this is your 18th birthday, it's the perfect chance!" Malaika insisted, "Your mom said not a boyfriend until 18 years right?"

"Yeah she did say that," You answered, glancing to where Kofi was with your mother, and as she said, she was introducing Kofi as her son-in-law for an excuse to feel inferior against her family and friends that she will have grandchildren before any of them.

As a mother's only child, it was a big responsibility to carry, having to give her grandchildren before she dies. It was one out of three things she asked of you; have grandchildren, go to a high university and have a good bunch of friends.

You already got two out of three done but your dating life was a whole different story. You were either too innocent to ruin or just not their type.

You ended up giving up entirely.

"Now let's get you ready," . . .

Where was Kofi? You missed him so much. You wanted him to hold you in his arms. You wanted to hear his voice.

You looked at the clock on the side of your bedroom, seeing the short hand reach the number five.

You felt outraged. You've been waiting in your bedroom for more than two hours after your friends left you with a plan.

Get drunk. Make him get drunk. Then have drunk sex.

Simple right?

"Where is he?" You yelled, flailing your arms in frustration and in exaggeration since no one could see you.

By now, most of the guests were gone and you were stuck in your room. You weren't going to disgrace yourself with your mother there so you kept to yourself.

Your friends must have gone too.

This was the worst birthday-

"Who are you looking for?" A voice came from the door, which you looked to see Kofi poking his head into your bedroom with a curious expression.

"You," You said without thinking before slapping a hand over your mouth.

Kofi then fully stood inside the room. "Why?"

You didn't answer, instead you started to drink a bottle of alcohol, you didn't know what kind. You were afraid to say.

A hand was placed on your drink, stopping you from drinking the beverage anymore. "That's enough, you'll get sick if you drink more."

Your eyes were fixed on the other empty wine bottle, waiting for his reaction as he glanced at them.

"I didn't think you'd be the kind to love wine," He joked.

"I don't," You said slowly, placing the wine bottle down beside you.

"Then why did you drink it?"

"Because of you,"

"Me?"

You nodded but it made you dizzy. Maybe you drank way too much.

Kofi's hands went to catch your body and made you stable, holding you by the side of your cheek and by your hip. His face was close to yours and you could feel his breath brush against your skin.

His hands were warm, comforting and gentle against your skin.

He looked into your eyes and you could feel the worry in his gaze. You felt safe in his arms and all the worries of the night melted away.

"You need to get some sleep," He muttered, brushing a lock of hair off your forehead.

You didn't listen to a word he said, instead you said something you've been wanting to say for a while.

"I love you," You slurred suddenly. Kofi looked at you in surprise, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he brought his hands up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had started to fall.

"You don't mean that," He muttered, averting his gaze from you.

"I do," You answered, your voice soft and sincere.

"We're not just friends and you know it,"

Kofi looked at you for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes.

"Don't say it to me when you're drunk. We can talk at school, okay?" He asked, his voice gentle.

"But I don't want you to go," You said seductively, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck.

Kofi's expression softened as he looked into your eyes and he slowly leaned in closer.

He gently placed his hand on your cheek and whispered, "I don't want to leave either." He leaned in and kissed you softly on the lips. You melted into the kiss, feeling a surge of emotion wash over you.

The kiss was as gentle and sweet as the moment. Kofi's lips were soft and warm, and his hands were gentle against your skin. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, and in that moment all of the worries of the night melted away.

The kiss deepened and became more passionate. You could feel the love between you both, and it was more powerful than anything you had ever felt before. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you felt like time had stopped.

In that moment, everything seemed perfect, and it felt like nothing else mattered. As the kiss slowly ended, you felt a deep sense of peace and contentment.

You knew, in that moment, that Kofi was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. . . .

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