The lyrics of my new favorite song vibrate me out of my restless slumber. I groan swatting random objects around in the dimness for my phone. About five messages come in by the time I actually grab hold of it.

It's Joe,

Well that's a surprise. The kind that rarely brings a genuine smile. Still I was skeptical. I sat up rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

It's been months actually.
The new definition of "busy"
must have been sleeping for me considering a good snooze had always been my favorite activity.

I could imaginable her wince visibly at my oncoming response like she did whenever she said stupid shit. Lucky enough for her I just woke up and my usual Savage demeanor hadn't quite kicked in yet. I sent her sarcastic face emoji, but mentally I was flipping her the bird.

I didn't realize how something so digital and simple as my place on speed dial could affect my emotions this much. I'm such a pussy.

We had decided to take some time off from each other, I needed to sort myself out, find my priorities and I couldn't do that with Joe coaxing me to believe that everything works itself out. Because life has never been that simple.

Uh oh Guilty ,

I still didn't know if I was ready to face her and get caught back up in the loop of a simple routine that was work, Joe and bills. The phone rang out again after I Didn't reply.

Now that was the truth.

I had nothing lose but a few twenties and though laying around the apartment and pigging out was my general past time, it wasn't the way I felt I needed to spend this Friday.

I sighed, and replied a thumps up.

I can hear her teasing edge, gnawing at the crumbs of my compassion.

Half an hour later

I was sliding into the front seat when its pine scented interior took me to a familiar place of comfort. Our eyes made fore, locking us in a frenzy of the things not said and the words that needed to be heard.

"Well now, don't you look," her voice slurred with a slight tinge of surprise, eyes flashing over me with the haze of emotions,

"Ravishing."

The words left her mouth in a sensual whisper that shivered my very soul.
I rewarded her with the sweetest smile I can muster without blushing too hard.

"Thanks Joe." I pressed a gentle kiss to her cheeks.

"You look pretty tempting yourself." She always did, in dark jeans and platinum blazer that accented Raven hair caught in a ponytail even lower than mine.

"So where are you taking me tonight?"
In reply I got an eerie sidelong look.
I could almost sense her abasement. She's known me for more than half my life, surely there was no need to be nervous.

"There is a place a couple miles down over the upper east side," she glanced at my exposed thighs. "And with an outfit like that you're surefire getting laid."

"I'm sure hope you're right."

A little smirk of pleasure came alive on her face. I laughed and listened to the beat of the wind. It was just like old times, speeding to the currents of life with joy on our side.

It seemed like forever and I couldn't believe I was here now. Well not exactly, I mean, I'm really freaking here again so I should calm the fuck down, it's just who knew it would be today everything turned around?

Perhaps I was just excited, like a kid with presents. I the child, and the nights adventures, waiting to be owned.

Joe and I go back beyond tenth grade. She was different, distant and all things that comes with the package of being a lesbian teenaged girl. It Probably didn't help that the first words I said to her was,

'You have really big boobs'

When I first learned of her true nature and feels for me we were
in our senior year of highschool.
It's like that I understood what its
like to have your breath taken away.
I was shocked stupid. That's possibly why I accepted without consideration. Maybe I needed more oxygen.

I chuckled at the memory under my breath drinking in the view. I had always loved the Manhattan lights.
It was distinct in adding to the pulse of the city. It was more than alive, it became a life itself, while being much more than just a place to live, it was a home. I sigh in my head, willing something to dare take that away.

Her voice came as a distracting hum across the music, that made me jump.

"What are you thinking?"

"Huh? Nothing really."

Here's a few facts about me you'd want, if you desire to survive my existence;
1, - I knew how to hold a grudge,
2, - my mood shifting game was off the charts.

It was her turn to chuckle.

"Did you really just try that on me?
Trella it's been only two months not a whole fucking decade."

A plush shade of rose came over my cheeks and I said nothing, arching my face away from her. I wasn't ready to be forgiving.

"But even if it had been that long, I wouldn't be able to lose a single memory of you."

She took my attention away from nowhere right then, turning me by the chin towards her.

"You still love me don't you? Regardless?"

I realised at that moment that her very presence could make me feel seventeen again anywhere.

"Regardless." She slowed and dipped her head in my shoulders. It would have been a relaxing motion any time except for the massive gas truck in rear view mirror driving like this bridge was a backstreet derby.

"Joey,"

"Yes."

"Joe eyes on the road! "

"What? Damn girl that's my ear!"
She pulled over just as the truck driver over took and sped on.
"Relax princess you weren't going to die. This is exactly why need a night out."

Oh Yeah?

Now I felt like a defiant seventeen year old. I didn't want her thinking I need her. I slouched further in the seat. In truth I wasn't in one of the most optimistic mood,  yes I was excited to be heading out  but Joe wasn't exactly the ' get down and boggy it's Friday ' type either.
As I said my moods can be erratic, and soon I found myself feigning optimism for Joey, worrying I had been too hopeful.

In reality I thought tonight was gonna suck, right then I came down with a bad case of Goosebumps. What were the fates trying to tell me? I swallow down that hollow feeling for her sake, only realizing as the engine died that we were already parked and had arrived.

"Okay we're here." She removed the key and sat there, just looking at me, her head cocked and eyes thoughtful.

"What?"

"Let it go."

"Huh?"

"Your hair let it go, then shake. It'll make up for your make up. Not that you need it of course."

She grinned and ran her tongue around the rim of her upper teeth. I shook my head in protest, maybe a little too hard because my hair was out by then, letting thick fuzzy curls of burnt gold and brown flood my shoulders.

She waved the clip in front my eyes in playful affection.

"Joey!" It was just the kind of trouble I missed.

I make a big deal and try to grab it from her but she plants one hand on my shoulder and I struggle against it. She's gotten really strong.

Since when can't I fight her?

"Just forget it." I mumble and swung my legs out the car to feel the warm night's air cover my pores. I focused my sights on the shadow of the outstanding structure, it stood white and majestic, seemingly absorbing the moonlight.

It feels like fifteen minutes or so has passed and I'm just standing here, but I've got this digital watch I check every second for something to do while I think. So I know it's only been a minute. I turn looking around to see if Joey was still in the car instead I went stumbling into her arms.

What the fuck?

I swear Joey grin is strange now as much as it has always been sweet. I take some steps to make distance between us. A little bummed looking, she digs in her pocket and pulls out her cell. I hear each beep of the number she stabs and I take this moment to regard her grace.

Remembered why I agreed.

Joe's built was slender yet solid at the same time. Her nose was not so arrogantly pointed as mine. She squints down at her jeans eyes almost disappearing as she dusted the flaws that didn't exist. A conversation not meant for me floated off her tongue, out between a plump pair of kissable lips. I was secretly jealous of those words coming from a place I so barely remembered. I hear myself mentally sigh. She was my gorgeous gem.

Shoving away the cell she leans crossed legged with folded arms on the hood, head cocked in the direction of the rumbling bass. She slowly glances my way and I'm suddenly lost in her colors of her face.

A knowing salmon smile, the quick flashes of black eyelashes fanning the striking golden ambers of her eyes. It's calling me. I move towards her because I need that embrace. I needed her. We still love each other, and well; and I do believe that old habits die really, really hard. She pulls me into her chest and delivers a kiss that crushed any doubt I'd made a good decision to take a break.

It was as if her soul had reached in and caressed my Bones. If I wasn't being held in her embrace, I don't think I'd be standing, that's how fragile I felt. A weakening touch of lust, it's a shame great things end because over two months now I've been craving what's more than lips.

She broke off in a gasp, like I had been too spicy for her. I shiver with the chill of resurfacing memories. She rests her chin in the crown of my head and I feel it fit perfectly. As it always had like nothing has ever changed. I hear her sigh and release me with what I interpreted as reluctance.

"See, your dress matches your hair. "
She took my hand,
"Let's have a good time."