A/N: I decided to try writing from an OC's point of view for once. I'm sorry, this is a pretty stupid fic, but I had to write this to get the idea outta my head. I actually rather enjoyed writing this, though.

By the way, I know in Turnabout Corner, Phoenix says something along the lines of, "If Apollo can't help you, then I guess you'll have to transfer schools. Again." which implies that Trucy transfers schools a lot. I'm just gonna pretend Phoenix and Trucy were just trying to guilt Apollo into joining their agency. :)

Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Ace Attorney. Unfortunately.

Things can get awkward when you have a crush on your best friend. Especially when you've known said friend ever since you were both nine years old, which was the case for Nicholas Browne and Trucy Wright. Nick thought it didn't work that way. You were supposed to be too used to your best friend to get a crush on her. At least, that's what half of the books and television shows said. The other half said that best friends of opposite genders always end up in love. Sometimes even of the same gender.

Trucy prattled on about school and magic as she and Nick walked side by side down the school hallway. Nick was barely listening. Years of being friends with Trucy taught him how to automatically respond to her never-ending chatter. That was one of the things he loved about Trucy; there were never any uncomfortable silences when she was around.

As she talked, he found himself staring at her soft lips as they shaped the words that were constantly flowing out of her. No lipstick, he noted. He liked it better that way. More natural. He imagined leaning down and pressing his lips against hers...

Ack! Damn hormones.

"What's the matter, Nick?" Trucy said brightly, shifting the weight of her school bag from her left shoulder to her right.

"Uh, nothing," he mumbled. He was glad that he wasn't the type to blush.

She narrowed her eyes. Nick could lose himself in her piercing blue eyes. They always seemed like they were looking right into your soul. Kind of creepy at times. But also kind of hot.

"Yeah, whatever," she finally said. They had reached their lockers. Their lockers were right next to each other. Naturally. Trucy opened hers, and for the first time, Nick noticed the pictures she had stuck up on the inside of her door. There were a few of her and her father. There was also a picture of Klavier Gavin. Ugh. Nick never understood why all the girls were head over heels for that guy. What kind of man wore jewelry? Then, Nick's eyes landed on a photo depicting Trucy and a guy in a red vest. They were laughing and looking suspiciously chummy.

"Who's the horny guy?" Nick asked abruptly. "Ack! No, that didn't come out right! I mean the guy with his hair styled in horns."

Trucy stifled a snicker at her friend's first question. "Oh, that's just Apollo."

"Is he your boyfriend?" he found himself asking. Crap!

Trucy looked aghast. "Yuck! Niiick! Apollo's old. Like, way old. What's wrong with you?"

Nick scratched the back of his neck. "Um, yeah, I was just joking."

Trucy smirked as she slammed her locker door closed. "You're acting really weird. Did you hit puberty or something?"

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up. And isn't it a little late for that?"

"Ooh, so you're saying you already hit puberty!"

"Let's not have this awkward conversation. Save it for Sex Ed."

-o-

Nick sighed as he doodled idly on the margins of his History notes. Frankly, he didn't really give a crap about American History. Rather than taking notes, he found himself watching Trucy out of the corner of his eye. She was leaning over her notes, and a lock of her dark brown hair hung loose, slightly obscuring her face. Nick longed to tuck that lock of hair behind her ear, and brush his fingers along her cheek...

He thought Trucy was beautiful. Not beautiful like girls like Ashley Taylor and Megan Glissey, who wore lipstick and mascara and revealing clothing. Yeah, sure, they were hot, but Trucy was beautiful in her own way. She looked younger than her age, but that was fine with Nick. He wasn't after the boobs of hotness like a lot of other guys (although he didn't mind looking at them...) Trucy, with her dark knowing eyes and glowing smile, was beautiful enough for him.

More than that, her quirky and bright personality that radiated from behind her face made her seem like the hottest girl in the world to Nick. Maybe it was because he had known her for such a long time, and shared so many experiences with her, but Nick couldn't imagine anyone not liking Trucy.

Dropping water balloons off the school roof, accidentally setting a classmate's shoes on fire, chasing the class hamster down the halls of their elementary school... He found it amazing that you could share those kinds of childhood memories with someone and still develop a crush on them. Or maybe it was because of those memories that made Trucy so much more desirable to him. When you've known someone for a long time, you have to see more than just their face to fall in love with them. And that's what Nick did. And yes, he fell in love, as corny as that may sound.

Nick sighed again. He fell in love, but Trucy would never reciprocate his feelings. She was his best friend, but he didn't think he was hers. He knew that Trucy had friends outside of school. Hell, it seemed like half the time, she wasn't even in school. She seemed close to that Apollo guy, she was apparently friends with Klavier Gavin, and she even seemed really close to her dad! Pathetic. Nick was losing Trucy's affections to her dad.

Besides, Nick was just an ordinary teenage guy. And Trucy wasn't ordinary. She was... extraordinary.

A/N: Yep, so I wrote this and then I wasn't able to even able to end it properly. Haha. Congrats for making it to the end of this thing. And yes, I just HAD to make the guy's name "Nick" xD