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"- eat your chocolate like that, Freddie?"

The question was so abrupt that I almost didn't register that she was talking to me. When I look up, I see her looking in my direction with a curious expression, milk carton held idly in her hand. Wait, what did she want to know about my chocolate?

She repeats, "Why do you eat your chocolate like that?"

Crap. Am I that obvious, or is she just watching me that closely? It would be nice if she was watching me, but I doubt it. I'm the one who watches her, not vice versa. Yes, I'm aware of how creepy that sounds, but I promise, it's not a stalker situation! She's my best friend. My gorgeous, funny, super sweet best friend.

This would be a good time to play dumb. Yeah, let's try that.

"Like what, Carly?"

"You unwrap it, stare at it for a while, smile, take a bite, look at it again, then eat the rest. It's funny because it takes you, like, three minutes to eat a piece of chocolate that would only take me five seconds!" She's giggling, which she does whenever she's teasing me, and it's seriously the cutest sound I've heard in my 14 years of existence.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I just lied. She's ridiculously observant and I'm an idiot for forgetting that about her. She shrugs.

"Maybe you just don't notice it, but you do it every time. It's interesting, that's all. It must be some amazing chocolate!"

She returns to her lunch, and I recognize that I've just dodged a major bullet. It would be way too embarrassing to tell her the truth.

The truth is: the dark chocolate is the same color as her eyes. Whenever I happen to look at it, it's like staring into her big, stunning brown eyes.

And sometimes when I'm staring at that petite square, I get lost in the beauty of it all.

Just like her eyes.