George flopped onto the couch landing on my blanket covered legs, knocking the book out of my hands. The book hit the ground with a thump and I looked to my left where George sat.

"Something wrong?" I asked him, annoyance hinting in my voice.

"Oh, nothing." He brushed off, sighing effectively. Leaning his head back against the couch he looked up and sighed again. I glanced at him one more time and lean forward to grab my book. He continued to look up, soon closing his eyes and just breathing. I let him be and continued to read my book.

George and I had been best friends for years, since we were babies. Our mothers being best friends since high schools seem to be the equivalent with their children. George's family is huge compared to my family; he and his six brothers compared to just me and my older brother. George and I are in the middle. His two older brothers and three younger brothers and then my older brother. We have grown up in the same neighborhood, went to the same schools, and now same college, and now I've come to realize that I am completely in love with my best friend, and he doesn't even know it.

My house was quiet, my parents and brothers were down the street at the Wyatt's. I wasn't feeling well so I decided to stay home and read until my headache went away. That's when George walked through the front door, bringing Christmas snow with him, and flopped down next to me.

George's hand suddenly landed on my knee. I looked over at his hand then up to him.

"You okay?" I asked quietly.

He looked at me from his leaned back position, his red hair falling into his face.

"What?" He asked, blinking rapidly, still looking at me.

"Are you okay?" I asked again, my breath hitching as his hand began to stroke my knee. He smiled slightly and nodded his head.

"O-okay." I breathed and went back to my book.

"Why weren't you at my house?" He asked, still stroking my knee.

"I have a headache." I told him, not looking up from my book.

"Maybe you should stop reading…" I could just hear the smile on his face. I sneered up at him and then went back to reading. Then suddenly my book is gone! George yanked my book from my hands and laughed.

"You need to take a break." He said.

"No, I need to read. Give me my book!" I yelled.

"Nope." He smiled.

"Geeoorge! Give me back my book!" I yelled, scrambling onto my knees and facing him.

"Uh, no." He laughed.

I grabbed fro the book but his hockey reflexes kicked in and he pulled away quickly.

"George!" I reached for the book again.

"No!" He laughed. He thrust the book in the air, holding it above my head.

"George!" I yelled again, reaching up.

"Hahahahaha!" He continued to laugh.

"George!" I shouted once more. Then I lunged at him landing on his lap.

I grasped the book.

I laughed as I held the book to my chest.

"Victory!"

"Haha. Yeah you win." George sneered playfully.

"I do!" I grinned.

Silence consumed us as George's hand was suddenly in my hair. I held my breath as his finger slid through my curls.

Why was he doing this? He has a girlfriend!

"How's Ally?" I asked, nervously.

I've loved George forever but I've never wanted to be the 'other woman'.

He hesitated slightly but continued to run his fingers through my hair before he answered.

"We broke up." He mumbled. "I broke up with her." He whispered.

"Why?" I whispered back.

"I don't like her anymore." He explained. "She's not for me." He fisted my hair lightly. "I like someone else…" He trailed off.

"You do?" I asked him, turning in his arms to look at him more.

"I do." He smiled.

"Who?" I whispered my stomach dipping.

With a smile he lowered his head to mine.

"You."

Then he kissed me.