Fly's P.O.V
I sighed as I washed up a fork, putting it to the side and looking up at the router that was on the wall. Heath was supposed to be helping by drying up. I sighed once again looking at the washed dishes that were piling up. I walked to the lounge to try and find Heath.
"Simmo, have you seen Heath?" I asked.
"No, have you looked outside?" He replied.
"Um, no. I'll look now."
I walked through the back door and sure enough Heath was sitting on the deck at the back, looking down at his lap.
"You're supposed to helping me with the washing up." I said sternly.
He turned around with tear stained cheeks, but quickly turned back around.
"Um, yeah sorry." He said, wiping his face.
"Heath? What's wrong?" I asked, concern ridden over my tone.
"Nothing." He said, getting up and storming into the house.
I followed him but he just slammed the door in my face. I started banging on the door.
"Heath, open up!" I shouted.
"What's going on?" Edge came beside me and asked.
"I don't know. Heath won't let me in. He was crying outside and now he won't even let me in."
Edge furrowed his eyebrows.
"Heath, mate let me in."
Heath finally came to the door. He pulled Edge in and then closed the door. He'd clearly upset with me.
"Heath please. I just want to talk to you."
"Why talk to me? Why don't you talk to the guy you have such a huge crush on." He slammed the door once again.
"What?" I whispered to myself. "I don't know what you're talking about!" I called out
"Oh please! I heard you talking to Anna about some amazing guy that you like."
"Okay, first of all, you're taking this way out of context, and two, why do you care?"
He opened the door.
"Why the hell do you think I care? Is it really not obvious? Come on, you'd have to be blind not to see!"
"See what?!"
"Read between the lines, Fly."
My eyes softened. He said that line when we were stuck in the caravan on the beach.
"Oh."
"Yeah. Oh."
He was about to close the door but I stuck my foot in the way and pulled him out.
"Can we talk outside. Please?"
He rolled his eyes but followed me anyway.
He raised his eyebrows as if to say 'well, go on'.
"Is there anyone else that I know... With gorgeous brown hair. A smile to die for. Who is one of my best friends. Who lives with me. Heath are you really that stupid to not realise that you're (1) the only brown haired guy I live with and (2) my best friend. I was talking about-"
"Me." He interrupted.
I smiled and nodded. He didn't reply, he just leaned in and kissed me on the lips. A nostalgic feeling I have longed for.