The weather is slightly warm but the sky gives the impression that it is going to rain. Perfect.

I barely need my sunglasses as I lay on the lounge chair near the edge of the pool. It's not like there is a sun out to blind me. Let alone tan me, if I'd tan.

Sigh

I glance over at Hannah sitting in Sean's lap in the chair next to mine. They kiss each other lightly as they whisper into their ears. She must love coming to Max's pool parties just to see her boyfriend shirtless. Not that these were the only times she gets to see it. As far as I know anyways…

I look away, towards the others playing Pee Wee.
You see, Pee Wee is a game where someone puts a toothpick at the bottom of the pool. When you see the toothpick reach the surface, you're suppose to scream "PEE WEE" and try and jump in and get it before everyone else does. Who every get the tooth pick has to tag as many people as they can.

That's basically how the game works. I just never got around to being one of the players. But it is entertaining to watch Cam, Kenize, and Max just as well.

Quickly getting bored with that, I close my eyes and listen to the wind blowing in my ear. Anything, to try and fall asleep so I can to rest my thoughts.

I jolt up to cold water being splashed on my stomach. My eyes scan the area and I spot Hannah falling off of Sean's lap laughing so hard.

"HANNAH! WHY THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!" I demanded, but she wouldn't stop laughing. I jump out of the chair and stomp over to her. I pull back my arm and smack hers while muttering bitch under my breath.

"OW! But Payton, it wasn't me," she replied between her laugh, "It was all Max."

I sighed and turn towards where Max was standing by the edge of the pool with an evil expression on his face. I crossed my arms and walked over to him, keeping my face serious. When I got with in 10 inches of him, he doubles over cracking up. I do my best to fake a laugh and inch a little closer. He glances down at me and starts muttering sorry's here and there. I sharpen my glare and advance forward, pushing him backwards into the pool.

I smile at my victory but stop mid-way from a sharp feeling from my arm. Next thing I knew. I was falling into the water too. Max had grabbed my wrist last second, taking me down with him. I let out a scream that was soon interrupted when my skin touched the water and my head went under. I try to relax to muscle and willed my eyes to open.

Under water, everything is so clear and calm all around. But that's just plain details compared to what I saw. I didn't even get to those thoughts because the instant I opened my eyes, I was centimeters away from Max's face. My sight traveled down to his hand, which had slipped around wrist and my hand lying on his chest. His bare chest.

I quickly look up, feeling my cheeks start to heat. I really hope he can't tell.

But, then again, why do I care that what he thinks…?

I erase that though from my mind as I stare at his face. His eyes are on mine. Not ever moving from their place. His blues never leaving mine… wait, what?

I am so confused.

Max is a friend, a good friend. Why was I having these thoughts? They are being extremely random.

I stop arguing with myself when I felt a thud. We had sunk to the bottom of the pool, me on top of Max. By now, I am positive that he could see my blush under water. Then again, do I really care? Now I do anyway…

His free hand slowly rose out of the corner of my sight. I tore away from his glaze to look towards his hand. He guided it to my waist and let it run along the skin that was visible from my bikini. Then, he let his hand travel to my back and out of my sight. I pulled my eyes forward to meet his, which still hadn't moved. He looked almost innocent, like in a daze, his hair swaying from the water around his head.

His feathers were just so beautiful. The way his eyes stared at me starting to make my stomach turn, the skin that his hand was touching was giving me goose bumps.

It wasn't till then when I finally realized this feeling, why I was thinking these thoughts. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I press both hands on Max's chest. He blinked for the first time, which I noticed, and slid the hand that was on my wrist up my arm to my shoulder. He starts bring me down to him, and I panic.

With as much power as I have, I push off him and shoot to the surface. The instant that my head is out of the water, I gasp for air. How long had we been underwater? I swim to the edge of the pool and pull my self out of the water onto the pavement. Still on all fours, I cough up water and try to even my breathing. I feel a rush of water near my feet as someone gets out of the pool next to me. I feel a familiar touch as they start rubbing my back, trying to help me get the water out of my system. I push off my hands and put all my weight to my knees and slight to an upper right position.

I turn my head towards him.

"Are you ok?" Max asked sympathetically, taking his hand back and lying him both on the ground.

I nod my head and wiped my eyes thinking over everything that had happened. Was he about to kiss me?

I felt my cheeks start to burn.

"I just swallowed water, but I'm fine now." I choked out, trying to not let him see my blush.

I push off the ground and head back to my chair, taking the towel off the back and wrapping it around my waist. I push my sunglasses back up my nose and lean down on the chair and let out a sigh. I close my eyes…

I feel a weight change on the left side of my chair. I sit up and look to see Hannah with a concerned face.

"What happened down there?" she said, trying to study my face.

I feel on top of Max and sunk to the bottom of the pool. We couldn't keep our gazes from one another. All these thoughts went through my head about him and I think I possible like him now. I can recall all these feathers about him, and how blue his eyes are underwater. We started to wrap ourselves together and when I noticed he was about to kiss me, I ruined it and pushed away. I feel like an idiot and I can't believe I had those thoughts and feelings for one of my good friends. But I don't regret them at the least which worries me. Was it because of those feelings that I had, I had imaged that whole scene and it didn't mean anything to him? What did he think about me? So after all of that, all I have are questions and I highly doubt I will get answers because I'm too paranoid to try and get anything out of him and accidentally ruin our friendship…

"Nothing happened." I finally got out, feeling everyone else stare on us as well as Max's. "I swallowed water, and rushed to get out." I continued. I looked towards everyone else face. They all shared the same expression. Confusion. Trying to piece together what they saw to what happened. I may not be able to see what's going on in everyone's head, but I know that they know something happened, they just don't know what to believe.

I saved Max's face for last. He was looking at me with a face of sorrow. If he did have some feeling for me, what I said could've hurt him. I didn't mean to hurt him, but I didn't know what to say, let alone tell the whole group when I wasn't even sure I knew 100% what had happened.

But what I did know, for sure, was that I like Max.

But what do I do now?

I have two options I always look towards.

one.
look to your two closest friends about the situation.

two.
let it be and keep it to yourself.

Since I wanted answers, I guess it is save to rule out option two. That leaves me with one, and since it is about one of those closest friends, that means I talk to Hannah. And tell her everything… well, this is going to be fun.