Chapter 1: Rylie's POV

Colton Mathews. One of the most godlike, sexiest human beings you will ever meet. Hit me up ladies. Love ya Ry. (:

I didn't know whether to roll my eyes or chuckle at the charming status on my Facebook page. I had given him my Facebook password, not my best decision, but I felt like I could trust him enough to not do stupid shit since he was my best friend and all. Of course his name was Colton Mathews and doing stupid shit was in his nature. Rolling my eyes, I glanced at the comments that were continuously flooding in. The sad part about the whole ordeal was that the status was posted five hours ago and I nearly had one hundred notifications. I groaned as I glared daggers at the increasing comments on the post. Why could he never for once post on his own wall? My phone vibrated beside me and I groaned even more when I saw the text.

You're online! Love my post? ;) Colton texted.

Why are you preaching lies on my facebook? Btw you're blowing up my notifications.

Ohh come on Rylie! We all know you think I'm drop dead gorgeous. And good, that means I'll be getting me a few dates this week ;)

I sighed as I glanced back towards the screen. Why did I put up with such an irritating human being? Oh yeah, it was because for some reason, we were best friends. Colton and I had been best friends ever since we were born. Ironically, our dads been best friends throughout high school and college, forcing us into a preplanned friendship. Not that we cared. Colton and I were closer than our parents had probably expected. I could not tell you how many times I've had people ask me if he was my boyfriend; we were literally that inseparable. We grew up with each other. We learned from each other. He was like a brother to me, my other half. We shared the same interests. We both enjoyed rock music, our favorite band was Skillet. We enjoyed all sports, mainly basketball. We even enjoyed watching action movies, preferably ones with Liam Neeson in them.

The only difference between us was that Colton was part of our school's "popular" crowd. Every school had one obviously, even if you lived in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, you still had cliques. I was not saying people didn't like me in that group, though some honestly didn't, but I was saying that I preferred my real friends. The "popular" crowd offered prissy, slutty girls that could only talk about sex, clothes, and guys. Maybe I was being a little stereotypical, but that was all I had noticed throughout my high school career. Generally, I preferred my insanely weird, funny and athletic friends. Thankfully, sometimes Colton did too. I pulled from my thoughts as my phone vibrated beside me again.

Hey, I'm coming over. Colton texted. I glanced at myself in the mirror hanging on the opposite side of the wall from my bed. Thankfully Colton had seen me covered in poop before because I honestly was not looking any better than that at the moment.

Sure, make yourself at home. Just so you know, I have family coming over for Sophia's birthday in a couple of hours.

What a nice offer ;) your family loves me anyways (: See you in five.

I hauled my ass out of bed, blowing loose strands of my hair out of my face as I trailed down the stairs in my black shorts and blue tanktop, not bothering to change. I had barely made it down the stairs completely before I heard the front door open. I jumped the last few steps to see that it was in fact my quick best friend, I slapped my forehead.

"You said five." I stated disbelievingly. He looked up at me and smiled.

"I always say five. Besides, it's not gonna take me long to get to your house, considering I live right across the street." He stated, pointing his finger across the street like I had forgotten. I rolled my eyes as he dropped onto our couch and started flipping through channels. He patted the spot beside him. "Lets watch Red, I hear the movie is kick ass." I opened my mouth to reply, but my mother walked into the living room.

"Rylie Nichole Hayes! You have family coming over in a couple hours! Go get ready!" I looked back over at him with an answer to his question. He smiled and nodded. "Oh, hi Colton."

"Hello Mrs. Hayes." I left after that and went back up to my room. I turned my shower on and made sure the water was warm to relax my sore muscles. We had a basketball tournament coming up and my coach had my team running ten times more than usual and practicing longer and harder than usual. I never complained though, mostly because I wanted to make it to the championships just as much as her.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and walked back into my bedroom to pick out clothes. I decided on my dark skinny jeans and baby blue volleyball sweatshirt. I blow dried and straightened my long, dark brown hair and made sure my bangs perfectly slashed across my forehead. I added a small amount of mascara and eyeliner to my brown eyes to complete my usual look. After brushing my teeth, I walked back down the stairs and caught Colton in the kitchen. Apparently he had been given the task to peel potatoes by my mother who obviously did not know just how terrible Colton was at anything food related. Cooking wise that is, that boy could scarf down 10 McDouble's from McDonalds in ten minutes. I leaned against the entry way, laughing as he cursed when a piece flew and hit him in the face. He jumped, whirling around to glare at me.

"What?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows together as he focused on the task at hand. I laughed hysterically, taking satisfaction in watching him struggle.

"Having trouble there?" I asked, amused. He paused to look up at me and glared. I smiled and walked around the counter to help him. I yanked the potato away from him and easily started slicing off the skin in perfect strips.

"Show off." He muttered under his breath, I smirked, "I'm glad I'll have you to cook me food when we're older."

"Yeah, that's not happening, I mentioned, smirking slightly, "I'm just gonna let you fend for yourself."

"You wouldn't do that," He mentioned, leaning towards me over the counter.

I raised an eyebrow, "I wouldn't?"

He immediately shut up, "Just slice the dang potato."

He watched me cook for the next thirty minutes as I prepared everything for Sophia's birthday dinner. He helped me at times, but I found that it was easier if he didn't help because he didn't know what to do with most of the food I handed to him. He was just in the middle of telling me that he was going to rent his own personal chef when he was older when the doorbell rang. I motioned for him to go answer it and he walked away quickly. I was guessing it was my grandparents, they always showed up to holidays and birthdays early.

Sure enough, the signature boom of my grandpa's voice flowed into the kitchen. My grandma, grandpa, and Colton emerged into the kitchen shortly after.

"…all the time I come visit my family. Boy, you better be keeping your hands off my granddaughter," My grandpa stated sternly. For some unknown reason, my grandpa's always had this theory that Colton was up to... teenage boyish things when he was around me. I was guessing that was due to the numerous slightly perverted remarks Colton had said towards me that my grandpa took literally. I could not help but notice Colton's smile as he came back in.

"Grandpa! Grandma!" I called, mostly to wave off the unnecessary conversation. I wrapped my arms around each of them and my grandma put my hair behind my ear.

"How's our granddaughter doing?" She asked sweetly. Her eyes flickered towards the counter and I knew she was already aching to help me cook. My grandma was a natural cook, honestly I did not understand why she had not opened her own restaurant yet.

"Great! My basketball team is playing in the finals here soon!" I said happily. I caught Colton smiling at me from the corner of my eye.

"Oh you'll do great! You and Colton have always had an act for playing basketball, so there is no need to worry," She reminded me reassuringly, patting my arm. My grandpa turned back to Colton like he was about to say more on the unnecessary topic from before, so I grabbed his hand and directed us towards the living room.

"Your grandpa has never liked me."

"I can't say I blame him," I teased, poking his nose with a smirk. I headed towards the couch, but Colton grabbed my hand and turned me back around to face him.

"That is no way to treat your prince, ma'lady," He grinned, winking at me. I scoffed, giving my lame best friend a once over.

"Oh please. You're no prince."

"Why ma'lady, you never should of said that because I can make you take it back," he beamed with a mischievous grin. I backed away from him quickly, realizing what he was planning on doing.

"No you can't..." His eyes lit up as he reached to grab me. I screamed and tried to run the other way, but his strong arms grasped firmly around my waist and yanked me back. I kept repeating "no" as he carried me over to our leather couch. Before I could wrestle out of his hold, he was on top of me tickling my sides. I was a very ticklish person and I hated being tickled. I was surprised Colton had not learned his lesson after I kicked him in the face just a couple months ago. It was accidental of course, but that kick was a power shot. I ended up giving him a bloody nose, rightfully so if I do say so myself. "Alright … Colton … You're a... Prince," I said between gasps of air and laughter. He stopped but stayed on top of me, clutching his stomach as he bent over to laugh.

"The facial expressions … you make when …you are getting tickled … are priceless," he croaked through fits of laughter. I narrowed my hazel eyes on him, attempting to push him off of me.

"Get off of me."

"I think I'm pretty comfortable where I'm at, thank you," he assured me sarcastically, readjusting himself on my lap with a happy sigh. With the little strength I possessed, I pushed him off of me until he landed with a rough thump on our hardwood floor. I peeked over the side, giving him an apologetic smile.

"Hope the ground is cozy too," I commented in amusement, trying to hold back my chuckles. He slowly sat up and rubbed the back of his head, glaring at me as he did so.

"A little warning might have done me well."

I looked at him with a smirk, "I'll try and remember that next time," I turned my gaze back towards the TV, catching him smiling at me out of the corner of my eyes.

"Scoot over," He motioned with a wave of his hand as he stood up. I scooted over so my back was against the couch wall and he fell down right beside me, "This is wrong. You always lay over here," I jumped over him and waited until he got comfortable to lay beside him. He rested his arm over my stomach, "Better."

"Can we watch Red now?" I asked as I opened the movie guide to search for our designated choice. He nodded, resting his head on my shoulder. I looked down at him with one of my eyebrows raised, "Are you sure you wanted to switch sides because I always lay over here or because I make a good pillow?"

"Like I said before, you're pretty comfortable," He reminded me with a smirk. He reached over and shut the lights off as the movie started playing. I couldn't help but play with his hair. It was dirty blonde and softer than a baby's bottom, I was jealous, "You play with my hair too much," He chuckled in amusement. I paused my dog like petting, freaked out because he knew exactly what I was thinking. I guess it wasn't that freaky, Colton and I always seemed to have a bond between us. It was like we were those twins that could say the exact same thing at the exact same time. Colton shifted up so his head rested in the crook of my neck.

"It's very soft."

"You're soft," he retorted in a quiet voice.

"Was that a fat joke?" I replied sarcastically, pouting my lips. Colton laughed, tightening his arm around my waist.

"You're most definitely not fat, that's for sure princess." He commented.


"Did you forget? I'm your prince, princess," he mumbled into my neck. I could feel the movement of his face as it turned up into a smile.

"Unfortunately for you, I like my prince's muscular…" I placed my hand on his stomach, "You might wanna work on that," He laughed and patted his stomach too, placing his hand over mine.

"Yeah I know. I think those McDonald's meals are getting to me," He joked, even though it was most likely the truth. The truth was that Colton had a McDonald's addiction, the lie was that Colton had an "unfit body." He worked out in the gym a lot for basketball, football and track. The boy was fit and he knew it too. The egotistical bastard. I was about to reply, but his phone vibrated in his pocket and we both squinted our eyes as blinding light from the phone invaded our vision.

"Who's it from?"

"Alicia," He said hesitantly, causing me to roll my eyes. Alicia was one of the most sluttiest and bitchiest girls you could ever meet. For no reason, or at least unknown to me, she despised me. She loathed me almost as if I was the last girl in the world that could steal her most prized possession AKA her daddy's money. He texted her back quickly, then slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"What'd she want?"

"To see if I would come over," he muttered like he was bored. Yeah, let's be realistic here. 'Come over' in Alicia's terms meant 'come over so we could fuck.' I was genuinely surprised Colton had refused the offer. I mean, sitting here cuddling with your best friend was better than making out with one of the sexiest, arguably so, girls in our school? I started to sit up.

"You can go if you want. My mom probably wants me in there to talk-"

"No. I'm staying," he said without a doubt, confused why I was trying to sit up. I paused as I was leaning up and he looked at me, gently pushing me back down.

"You don't have to."

"But I want to," he confirmed, giving me a positive look. I left it at that. Colton wouldn't refuse an offer from Alicia like that. They'd had a "thing" a while back and I was pretty sure it was heating up even more between them. I was not even going to go into the topic about how much Alicia disgusted me because I could have a legitimate heated argument over her. I hated seeing Colton with her, because Colton making out with girls was... not a pleasurable image, plus I did not like her. I mean, is he really saying he'd rather lay here with me and watch a movie? I knew we were best friends and all, but he was a guy. I knew he loved doing unholy things with girls when they offered. I hadn't even offered him anything and yet, he was laying here with me and talking to me like he hadn't even received the text message from Alicia. Hadn't he even posted a status on my account saying: Hit me up ladies?

My best friend confused the fuck out of me sometimes.

Editing this whole story so people can read Change of Heart before reading Growing Up! So the book is going back up :)