Ok, so this was a story I came up with while having a bad day. Hope you like it.

(BB's POV)

I wonder how he couldn't see me. Hadn't I always been there for him? I glance over at him now. Ah, he's with her. They laugh and talk. Now they kiss and my heart hurts.

I have always been his friend. I wonder when it had been that those feelings had begun to morph. Had it been a week ago, or a month, or a year? I'm not sure when I had started to think of him as more then a friend. It had just happened.

Now he leans over and laughs in her ear. I wonder if she knows. I wonder if she knows how I look at her lover.

I walk into the hall unable to watch him anymore. Of course my departure is unnoticed, he is to busy with her. I sigh and lean against the cool wall. I have thought so many times about telling him.

I have had fantasies of confronting my raven-haired crush and telling him everything. But how could I? I couldn't risk it. No, I defiantly could not risk him hating me for feeling that way. Besides it's not like he needed me anyway. He's got her.

Nothing about me could ever be compared to her. How could it? She's better in every way. I'm just me.

I sigh. Sometimes I had prayed I had been born a beautiful red haired, green-eyed girl just so he would love me instead. Maybe then he would look at me. Maybe then he could finally understand.

Now of course, he wouldn't see me. We're both guys for heaven's sake. That fact alone made everything sinful. That fact alone made me dirty.

Instead of telling him, I had sat back and carefully watched him. We had become so close as friends he came to me for almost everything now. But sometimes I hated that. He always found away to incorporate her into the conversation. Didn't he see the way my face contorted in pain every time I heard her name?

It is a dangerous game I'm playing. Being this close to him without him finding out. I wonder how long this illusion will last. How many days will it be till he never speaks to me again?

I sigh again and smile. But for now I am content to just watch him be happy. I am content to just be someone good for him. I am content to watch him walk away. Because I know that he is happy without me. I know he doesn't need me and that he never will.