Chapter 1:

She laid her head down into the crevice of his arm and snuggled him. She smelled the husky scent of old cigarettes on his black shirt. Although she was not a smoker and had no intention of being one the smell was just addicting to her. She wrapped one smooth leg around his muscular hairy one.

"Well hello, looks like someone has been putting on their lotion every day!" he joked. He brushed a loose curl off her forehead. It was these moments she treasured the most. This just made her curl into his arms even more. "Why so snuggly?" he teased. She just looked into his warm doe eyes and stuck her tongue at him. He smiled back and squeezed his arm around her lean back. He stared at her beautiful eyes until they fluttered closed and she fell into a peaceful slumber in his arms. He loved seeing her so calm; she wasn't very outgoing, but he still treasured the moments when she was completely worry free. He sat there, imitating her quiet stage and soon felt himself loosing grip of the world as well. He quickly snapped out of it, sending him into a subtle shudder.

"Hi," She said quietly, staring into his eyes through the little squints she managed to make.

"Oh, hey gorgeous!" he whispered, releasing his tight grip of her. "Did I wake you?" She then let out a little moan and put her nose up to his, and tickled it.

"You almost cut off my circulation with your squeezing!" she playfully bounced to the other side of the couch. He leaned forward to grab her, but she quickly slid off the couch before he could grab her. He fell face front into the leather couch.

"Ow! That hurt! I told you my place is more safe!" He chuckled and ran after her. She soon surrendered to him and let him grab her around the hips.

This is merely plutonic, she thought. We are just fooling around as best friends.

She stuck out her tongue and twisted out of his reach. She was surprised to see him still back where he was, resting his hands on his knees.

"Come on, Yvonne. How much longer are we going to do this?"

"Do what?" He quickly regretted what he just said. Shit! What did I just do? Yvonne still stared at him blankly.

"Let you keep winning!" he ran up and picked her up in his arms. She screamed, squirming the whole time. The fun stopped when the couch shook from small vibrations.

"Hello?" she asked still panting from screaming. "Oh, hi Tim! Pleasure hearing from you, anything you need me to do? Where am I? Why, I'm just having a movie night with Zachary. You won't? Boy, I'll really miss you! Of course not, I would never!" she broke out into a hysterical fit of laughter. "Ok, bye honey! Kisses!" she hung up the phone, a sad look across her face. "Tim won't be able to come to LA for 2 months! I won't have any time to see him with Chuck filming and all the busy! He also said his phone reception will be sparse, as he will be in business." A lonely tear streamed down her cheek. "I won't be able to talk to or see him for a while," While there was sadness in her voice and tear lines on her face, Zac could tell there was a certain playfulness in her eyes. He wondered if she felt the same way too.

For the next hour she was emotional, going from hysterical to comedic to jaunty. Zac could tell something was wrong. He knew she was eventually going to say it, but he had to wait for her to, since it was her apartment. For the time being, all he could do was hug her and nod.

"Thank you so much Zac, you're a true friend!" She hugged him back. Zac heard rain beating in anticipation.

"Yvonne, do you…" his sentence was interrupted when she came and put Wilbur on his lap. "Aw, he's cute," he rushed his sentence, trying to get to what he really needed to know. "Do you like…" he was cut off again, this time with a tickling Yvonne. She tickled his spot on his belly.

"I do love tickling you!"

"Yvonne, Do you feel the same way I feel about you?" He yelled, not realizing how loud he was.

"And how is that?" she still had a smile on her face.

"Yvonne, I like you… A lot. And not in a friend kind of way."