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It’s not as though you haven’t imagined this before; you have. A million times over, in fact. But, only when reality becomes too much, of course, and you search for that ever needed escapism to a world where it feels okay to be you, and where kissing her is free of any of the burdens that naturally come with being Geri Halliwell.
But, this isn’t your imagination now. You’re lying beside her, arm wrapped around her waist, once again denying that you could ever be in love with your best friend. It’s pointless, though, the denial, and you know that.
It wasn’t instant, but there was just one perfect moment, a while ago, you don’t remember when, where the sun caught her image, just for a second, and you realised that she was different to all the other girls you had dreamt of before. For she wasn’t just some girl. Not in the way the others had been. This was Melanie. Your gorgeous, hilarious, ambitious Melanie: the only one who could draw you away from all the useless crap you carried around with you.
“Geri,” she whispers.
You glance up with a subtly hastened breath, letting your eyes trace the face you’ve gazed at time and and time before. You see a loose curl cascading down the side of her face and start to play with it, as though it’ll calm yourself.
“Mmm?” You play it cool. At least you think you did.
“When are you going to kiss me?”
Your heart stops with a sharp inhale. You must have misheard. After a moment you manage to tilt your head toward her, to find her eyes, sparkling in the light from the window, staring down on your head. She notices how your eyes quickly flick down to her lips and she laughs, causing you to blush and turn away. But, it’s okay, because as you pinch yourself, attempting to escape this twisted fantasy, she brings her finger to your chin, and lifts you back up to meet her gaze.
And after a moment, you giggle, “hi.”
“Hey,” she giggles back.
“Is this really happening?” You ask, leaving you mouth slightly ajar.
She nods in reply, “Yeah. This is really happening.”
You slide your arm up her side, resting your hand on the back of her head, and draw yourself closer, trying not to somehow mess this up. As your heads meet, you both take one final breath, revelling in your closeness, until you manage to finally plant your lips on hers, and feel, just for a moment, what living in that utopia would feel like.