So things are so far going very good but also not so good.
Not one hour after I posted the last update, she sort of awkwardly texts me asking if I'm still awake after the whole incident with her boyfriend. She doesn't bring up anything off the bat so I cut right to the chase telling her about how confused I was about it. I told her about how I didn't know what his intentions were and that I was concerned he'd try to start something with me. I told her that he has beef with me that he should communicate about it, whether that be in person or even messaging me about his issues. From there, she tells me about the events that unfolded at KFC after the boyfriend stalked out when I didn't say anything to him at Hardee's.
And she completely chewed tf out of him. Apparently, a yelling match ensued in the adjacent parking lot after I left where the boyfriend quickly started throwing shade about me to her and she just lost her cool on him. She told him to his face that no matter what happens between them, I'm her best friend and nothing is going to change it. She also told him on the spot that he can either accept it or else they're breaking up and she'd leave him to find his own way home.
She followed up with me saying that he is no longer going to make further appearances at Hardee's or Walgreens, at least not under her watch. Realizing the bad situation though, I was still uncomfortable with the way things were going. I followed with this:
Yeah this is quickly turning into a mess. I'm honestly almost flattered that he is so mad at me but doesn't have the courage to say anything, but at the same time it makes me mad because he has to drag you into it. I don't want to have to say anything to him since I don't know him and don't know what issues he has with me, but if he keeps it up I'm eventually going to try some sort of communication because I don't like that it's such a bother for you. As your friend, I'm mainly concerned about what makes you happy, whether that be staying with him (and I can't think of one person who thinks that's a good idea), going with me (which would make me very happy js), or even just breaking up with him and moving on. Regardless of what happens, I'm still your friend and ready to back you up.
From there, the confessions just started rolling with no bounds. She admitted to me that she's had a thing going for me for roughly as long as I have and that I'm one of the brightest parts of her week. She tells me that I shift weight off of her shoulders, listen to and understand her during her talks and rants even if they don't pertain to me at all, and just being in the vicinity of me makes her feel fluttery and happy and all she wants to do is touch me and kiss me and be around me. She openly says that she wishes she had never gotten back with her boyfriend after their initial breakup and that she wishes I'd made a move on her at that time (which I honestly should have, but didn't have the guts at the time), and then tops it off with an admittance that she's pretty sure she's in love with me in a way that she's never felt before in her life with any other guys she's been with in the past.
Things have been quickly accelerating from there. There's never a day when we don't see each other (and we only work at the same time once a week) and/or communicate in some way. On October 7, she texted me telling me not to leave work near the end of my shift telling me that she was coming to visit. She wanted to show me her new dress that she was wearing to go to a club. And wow was she gorgeous, but at the same time I was worried because after the whole "party crashing police car shenanigans" night, I've been having some trust issues with her going out by herself. I told her right to her face that I didn't want a repeat of that night before I just held her and kissed her while leaning on my car.
I found out later that she didn't even go to the club that night.
The next day was our usual day to go do something special together, but we didn't have anything planned as per usual. We came up with the sculpture park as the idea, so I drove there, but once we got there we didn't feel like walking, so we left. Instead, we ended up going on a 130 mile trip together around 3 counties while talking, singing, and listening to music. Everything seemed just perfect.
Until the boyfriend makes his cameo appearance by repeatedly calling her phone. After the fourth ring, she finally tells me that she's going to answer it. And what ensued was probably the most awkward conversation that I've ever been forced to listen to -- listening to them fight about
me. I couldn't really take it anymore and I'm like, "Hey I'm gonna stop at this gas station to get a cherry Pepsi" to leave them to their business. Of course, I take my time getting the drink, make hearty conversation with the gas station cashier, and check my tire pressures. I open the driver door and they're still fighting about me. The conversation keeps going for about another 60 seconds and then the boyfriend hangs up cutting her off. I'm really not feeling it anymore so I drive her back to her car no questions asked. She's rather distraught about the whole thing and embarrassed that I had to be there for that, but I tell her everything's okay, drop her off, and go home for the night.
As soon as she get's back to her lodging, she calls me and 2 1/2 hours of mixed conversation follows including very nsfw kinkiness along with meaningful conversation and further confessions.
In the most recent story (the night after the previous story), we met up at Hardee's after dark with some specific intentions in mind. We ended up running a scavenger hunt to find 10 bank rolls of pennies for the shift leader by visiting various stores with $1 bills asking for pennies. We also ran errands for my parents and got chicken nuggets, as we switched back and forth between which cars we drove. Eventually, we ended up in the Hardee's parking lot at 10pm with nothing to do, and steps led to strides and we started making out with the windows down. I heard a slam behind the car as the drive thru door slammed shut as the two nosy coworkers clocked off and left the building. They started heading for my car so I unlatched from her mouth and turned my spotlight on their faces, to which they freaked out and ran over to my window. Of course, their first question was, "Are you two making out??" We both denied it and they seemed to halfway buy it, followed by "Don't do anything stupid!" From there, we changed parking lots. Then we kinda messed around. 'Twas a good night.
But things are still not reasoned out and it continues to bother me. I need to get her out of that house into her own place.
