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I slowly lowered myself into the car quietly growling at the sharp pain in my ribs. Alex's eyes filled with concern as she probably saw pain in mine, and I willed myself to stop making faces that would cause her discomfort. She closed the door for me and ran around to get in and start the car. I tried not to move, but we had to make several turns and it proved to be difficult. I let a little grimace slip across my face hoping Alex wouldn't notice, but as with everything she looked over and her eyes melted into a loving, nurturing look. We've never felt the need to talk much around each other. It just kind of came naturally. One look and we knew what the other was thinking. She grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together. It's not like we hadn't laced our fingers together before, I mean come on… What kind of best friends haven't laced their fingers at least once? But this was different. It was as if she was surprised by it, and I knew why. Because it was like second nature. It was instinct.

As we made it through my door, I realized that I would have to climb the stairs. I guess Alex knew what I was thinking because she looked thoughtful for a minute before her face brightened. "This might hurt a little bit", she says before she wraps one arm around my shoulder, trailing the other down under my knees.

"Wha-what are you doing?" She doesn't answer, but scoops me up into her arms bridal style. It's a good thing I was distracted with trying to figure out what the hell was going on or that might've hurt very badly.

"Did I hurt you?"

"N-no." I love being this close to you. Wow, I'm glad that didn't slip out.

"Good." She gives me a slight smile, and carries me up the stairs. To tell you the truth, I didn't know she was that strong. I mean, I'm not particularly heavy, and I know she has an amazing body, but she prides herself on being lazy and sleeping all the time. We reach my room and she gently lays me down on the bed on my good side. "I need to look at it, Mitchie", she says sternly. I know there's no point in arguing with her, so I lay on my back and she takes the hem of my shirt in her hands pulling it up to just under my bra. She gasps at the sight of my bruised stomach and rib area running her finger tips across it, almost making me moan, but I catch myself letting out a whimper instead. "I'm sorry, Mitch, did I hurt you?" I don't trust my voice at the moment so I shake my head no and pull myself out of whatever pervy thoughts were running through my mind. "I'm going to go get you some pain pills, okay? They're in my purse downstairs, are you going to be alright for a few minutes?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For finding me. Being here. Taking care of me." I whisper.

"Of course I'm here taking care of you, Mitch, I love you. You're my best friend." She smiles and walks out of the room.

Yeah. Best friend. Fuck my life. I let my head fall back into my pillow and relax my body waiting for Alex to get back. A couple of minutes later she comes back up with two pills and a bottle of water. I reach for them and down the pills with a sip of water. "Lex?"

"Mm?"

"Do you want to stay and watch a couple of movies with me?"

She smiles, and my stomach flips again. "Sure."

I sit up and position myself leaning against the headboard. Lex climbs up the bed which gives me a very nice view of her cleavage. I swallow hard and try to keep from drooling, but I can't look away. It's a good thing she's not looking at me because if she did, she wouldn't meet my eyes. This thought caused me to blush and look away searching for the remote. She settled herself beside me as I flicked my TV on and flipped through the channels. I settle on Pitch Perfect. It's one of our favorite movies, and it just came out on demand.

The movie is almost over, and Alex's head is now on my shoulder with my arm around her waist. The pain pills started kicking in lie an hour ago. My eyelids are fighting to stay open as she chuckles lightly at the movie. I love her laugh.

She looks up at me and smiles as if I've just complimented her and it's then that I realize that I said that out loud. Oops. I guess I could blame it on the pills, but really, what's the point? And for the third time that day, she leans into me and kisses my cheekbone. One day, that's going to get her in trouble. We've been very touchy feely today, and it's only making me want more. I want to hold her and kiss her forehead and cuddle her and make love to her and be silly with her and spend the rest of my life with her. I guess for now, I'll settle with a sleep over. I'm pulled out of my thoughts as the movie ends. "Do you want to stay the night? We don't have school tomorrow, so we can be lazy and order Chinese or something?"

"Yeah, I'll just text my mom, she won't care", she says with a frown.

I lift her chin up making her look at me. "Hey, look at me. I'll always be here for you, Alex. We were made to be best friends. Always." We were made for each other.

"How do you always know what to say, Mitch?" she smiles at me and it takes my breath away.

"Best friend's intuition." Lover's reassurance.

"I love you, Mitch", I know she just means it as a friend, but I can't help it that I get butterflies when I hear her say it. "I'm going to go take a shower, can I borrow some clothes?" I've told her a thousand times that she doesn't have to ask, but she still always does.

She comes out of my bathroom in just a towel, and if I was standing I would've been weak at the knees. My eyes traveled down her legs and back up. My mouth fell open and a blush colored my cheeks. I slowly dragged my eyes up to her shoulders where her shuffling around in my drawer was making her muscles contract. She turned around really quick to ask me something, but I didn't hear her. My eyes had lowered themselves back to her smooth, tan, perfect legs. I snapped my mouth shut, cleared my throat, and wiped the drool off my mouth. Way to freaking go, Mitch. Way to look like a total creeper perv. "What?" Fuck me, she caught me ogling her.

"See something you like?" What? She is laughing. That's a good sign. When I didn't answer, she blushes continues. "Um…I asked if I could borrow some underwear?"

"Lex, I have told you a million and one damn times, you can borrow or have whatever you want. You don't have to ask. What's mine is yours."

She smiles big. "Thanks, Mitchie." She turns around to get some.

I thought that she was going to take the clothes into the bathroom and change, but my jaw falls to the floor as she drops the towel right in front of me baring her ass to me, and my god am I having a problem with my self-control right now. She slides on her (my) panties with a little extra wiggle in her hips, and lifts a big band t-shirt of mine over her head. That is definitely going to get her in trouble. I can't bring myself to look away, and this is making me way too turned on. I think I might have soaked through the sheets. I needed release, like now. This night is going to be really fucking awkward if we have to talk about this. I'm not sure I'm ready to tell her yet. Goddamn, Mitch she practically already knows, she totally saw you blatantly checking her out.

Once I change into my pajamas after my hot and calming shower, I lay down in the bed beside her making sure to keep my distance in-case she was freaked out. She scoots in closer to me and throws an arm over my waist, burying her face in my neck pressing her lips against it. It's then that I know that if I tell her, everything will be okay. Nothing can tear us apart. Or at least I hope so.