"Sorry, all right?" I told Daniel once again, worrying about what I said a while ago. He is such a kid. I didn't really mean it, and we used to joke like that a lot…

"It's okay, okay? I mean it's fine, don't worry about it. But of course you have to help me wash the dishes, serves as your punishment. I don't have any idea why your mother didn't ask you to do this for her. Ugh. What a day." He said while setting the plates beside the sink. It's about 6:30 pm, and he's supposed to be gone five hours ago, but he stayed to help. Too bad I was feeling lazy, I left all the chores to him.

I stick my tongue out and he glared at me. "You do your thing while I eat, okay?"

He sighed. "Oookay. But no rides on your birthday. You have to take the bus then."

"Aww… that is so mean! It's my birthday…" I complained. "Besides, you did something a year ago that I can't forget, and you have to pay for that. Again."

He made a face. "Again? I already bought you tickets for your favorite band's concert which cost me not much money but hours of waiting and standing like an idiot. You're meaner."

"Standing like an idiot for hours? But you look like an idiot all the time – at least to me, anyway."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'll need to take my car, then? I forgot you're going to bring that Tyler with you. Why would you even think about something so…freaky."

"What? What the hell is wrong with him? He's nice." I explained.

He faced me. "You know why I don't like him?"

"No…why?" I said slowly. I looked at him carefully and saw that he's wearing his annoyed face.

"Because back when I was still a child…I mean, do you remember the time when I went home really late and my mother called you and asked you why? She asked you if you pushed me down the pond because I was soaking wet when I got home."

"Yeah I remember. Why?"

"Well, Tyler and I were enemies ever since, I don't know… since God-knows-when, and it started with that."

"So you mean you were bullied…" I looked at him. He raised his left eyebrow and about a couple of seconds after rolled his eyes because he knew I was about to laugh.

"You looked funny; I mean…I saw you. I thought you peed all over your pants but then I noticed that it wasn't just your pants that was wet, and laughing in front of everyone would be dreadfully impolite, so I didn't say a word. Not a single word…though I was laughing hysterically inside." I said while laughing at him.

"Don't laugh – I punched him and accidentally broke his nose." Daniel said.

I stopped laughing. "You what?" He smiled.

"Whoa…okay. Why did you fight though?"

"Because I was the star player, that's all." He smiled. The coach of our school's basketball team likes Daniel very much. Sometimes I think he's gay because Daniel isn't even that great.

I kid, I kid. Daniel is one of the best in our school. Top of the class, the star player of the basketball team, popular, good-looking and kind. What else could he be? He's probably an alien. He's even good at singing, dancing, public speaking, and writing! I don't understand why this motherfucker can be that kind anymore.

He's smarter and greater than me – he's my best friend too, but I don't know why all his accomplishments annoy the hell out of me.

"You're already boasting, you know that." I told him. He looked at me with confused eyes. "What? I just told you the truth."

"Yeah, whatever. I'm going to call Tyler, wait a minute." I said, getting up and throwing the wrapper of the chips and cookies I ate. I was about to dial his number (he gave it to me online) when Daniel spoke.

"You're probably just jealous because you're not the 'star' of the volleyball team and can't accept the fact that Robin is better than you are." He said, voice lower than normal.

My jaw dropped open, my eyes got wider and I stared at him with disbelief. Did he just say that? Did he really just say that?

"What the fuck?" I said, very irritated. He looked at me in the eyes and said "I meant that as a joke, but since you reacted like that, I kind of think it's true. Oh, wait. I don't think it's true. It is true. Silly me."

I couldn't believe it. "Why are you so damn annoying? Why are you even like that? Oh, I know why. Silly me, too. It's because you're the greatest and everyone worships you, even my mother and father. What the fuck, right?"

He scoffed. "Just because you think you have Tyler by your side doesn't mean he's actually true to you. I saw him with another girl just a while ago before I arrived here."

I scowled. "It's not nice to lie about something like that, Daniel."

"It's not nice to lie about something like that, but it's uglier if I hide it from you. It's true."

"Just shut your fucking mouth if you're going to lie to me. You don't even know him." I yelled. Mom and Dad went inside the room and were trying to stop the both of us – I mean, me, from yelling.

"What is happening in he—" Dad started.

"Do you? Do you know him?" Daniel asked me, as calm as ever.

"You act like you do. We don't know him, then. Why judge? What if it was just her sister? Ever thought of that?" I said.

He rolled his eyes. "First of all, he doesn't have a sister."

"Cousin, then." I said, crossing my arms.

"Would you kiss your own cousin?" He asked quickly. I blinked. "What?'

"I asked you if you would kiss your own cousin." He said. I didn't answer. He took his bag and went out of the door without saying another word.

I stood there, dumbfounded, trying to take in everything. And then ran upstairs, went to my room and locked the door.

Will I believe him? He's my best friend after all. But he said something really offending, and that wasn't acceptable – for me, anyway. But I know him – he's naturally nice and honest. He won't lie unless it's for surprises and the like.

Three knocks on my door. "Sweetie? It's me. Can you open the door, please?"

I sighed and opened the door. Mom walked in and sat with me on the bed.

"What happened? Want to talk about it?" She asked.

I sighed and told her what happened. When I finished she said, "Are you angry at him?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." I said "He's nice but why was he acting like that?"

My mother smiled. "What if he likes you?"

I blinked. "Huh?" And then I understood. "What the hell, Mom."

Mom laughed. "It's obvious, Hunter. You're beautiful, kind and sweet. You're his best friend ever since you were little. I can't see any reason why he won't like you. Besides, will he always give you cookies and chips if he doesn't like you?"

"Mom, like I said, he's just nice and thoughtful. He's ju—"

"And will he take you everywhere you want to go if he doesn't like you?"

"But Mom I—"

"Will he smile at you like that if he doesn't like you?"

"Mom, please just liste—"

"Will he—"

"MOM." I said. She stopped, finally.

"He doesn't like me, okay? That's just silly. Because he never actually treated me differently from those pretty girls in—"

…Well, he is a bit nicer when it comes to me.

"So…?" Mom asked, smiling. I shook my head and said "He never told me anything. I can't even feel like he likes me, all right Mom? Because he will tell me if he does and –"

"Dios mio, Hunter! Everyone in this house knows that he likes you, even his parents and friends. Robin and the others. They've been trying to help him tell you. He's been trying, telling you how beautiful you are and telling you he loves you and all that but you are just so dense. Baby, I'm sorry but you have to open your eyes. I don't know who Tyler is but I like Daniel for you, besides it's been years and—" She stopped to look at me. My jaw dropped and I can't take in everything fast. I wanted to scream.

"What the hell are you talking about, Mom? What? How did you even –"

"Oh hell. I wasn't actually supposed to say it. But you are just so damn dense." She face-palmed herself.

I didn't know what to say.

She sighed. "That's probably why he's acting really mean when it comes to Tyler. He likes you – loves you, I mean. I think he loves you, sweetie. He's jealous."

I recall all the events when he called me beautiful, when he told me he loves me, when he gave me a piggy-back ride, when he rent out a whole restaurant for the both of us, when he…I don't know! The list could go on and on…I even think there was a time when I had a little crush on him. Just a little. Like smaller than a gram.

"You're blushing." Mom said. I looked at her incredulously. She handed me a mirror and I looked at it. And then I screamed.

My face was pinkish-something-I-don't-even-know-what-is-happening-holy-shit-good-Lord-help-me.


"Who says you're in love?" Mom asked, laughing loudly.

"I MEAN I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THIS KIND OF SITUATION!" I yelled. I was whining. Mom was laughing. I can hear my father chuckling outside. I stood up and opened the door and there he was, listening.

"Dad, you knew too?" I asked. He nodded. And then I started whining again.

"Mooooooom." I whined. "Why does everyone know…"

"It's obvious, honey." Dad explained. He hugged me tight and said "Good luck with your first love."

I looked at him with, I don't know, big eyes like the owls'. So big he started laughing.

"Do you think about him?" Dad asked.

"Sometimes." I answered truthfully.

"When you have a problem, is he the very person you run to?"


"Do you like him?"

"He's my best friend, what do you expect? Of course I like him! Love him even. But just as a friend."

"Are you sure?" Mom asked. I didn't answer. Of course I'm sure…right?

"I AM NOT IN LOVE!" I said. Both Mom and Dad shrugged and congratulated me. After two minutes I was alone in my room, staring at the ceiling, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

"Fuck." I whispered. This isn't happening, is it?


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