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A/N: Fuji's POV.

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The Thin Line between Love and Friendship

I suppose that to others, our relationship has always been confusing. People could never really decide whether we were merely friends, or something more. Honestly, I didn't quite know myself.

We would spend every minute we could in each other's companionship- chatting, sharing, laughing, living life as it came along. It was an exciting life that we each led, made even better by our closeness.

People would often tease us, schoolmates, classmates, other friends. Some of them, though, I believed they really understood. But then again, what did we care? What did others' opinions matter? We were not going to give up our precious friendship just because of a few rumors. We couldn't.

I always enjoyed being around him. He would cheer up the gloomiest of my days and I would find solace with him during those few times where I was at my most down. He joked like there was no tomorrow, couldn't be bothered about the 'boring things in life' as he called exams and studying, and sailed through his days without a care in the world. He was the most exciting, most carefree, most humorous person I had ever met. And that was what fueled our friendship.

I thought him a fire-cracker, explosive and exhilarating. He thought me a spit-fire, with the most interesting personality he had ever seen. We were from the same side of the fence.

We had so many experiences together, some fun, some not so, and some right down there on the wish-I-would-never-remember-it-ever-again level.

We shared the same interests and the same ideas of how to have the time of our lives. Our snorkeling trips with a bunch of our friends, our holidays spent doing nothing but tennis, our best tricks on April Fool's Day and so many more memorable times.

We also spent a lot of time talking to each other. Our topics ranged from Nothing-In-Particular-Nonsense to quiet sharing sessions. Indeed, we pour our hearts out to one another; each knowing the other almost the other knowing himself. On trips, we'd talk into the wee hours of the morning. We lay down on the ground, and we'd talk facing to the sky.

Despite all that trust, we had our disputes from time to time. I'd disagree with something: usually his sometimes overly-flirtatious ways and he would accuse me of being jealous, even though we both knew that was not true. But not long after every fall-out, everything would be back to normal.

There was just that once, though, I let a little doubt worm its way into my thoughts. What was our relationship, exactly?

I answered my own question soon enough...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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