Finished reading the book, didn't finish the book report. Whatever, I'm here again. Hope you like it :)

I drove her to Danny's house; I knew at least Tom would be there. I was suddenly kind of nervous; I really wanted them to like Emma, she was my best friend. But I was sure they would, we actually liked almost everyone, and, well, who doesn't like Tom or Danny? Tom's the best friend you could ever meet and Danny's one of the funniest people I know.

I was still thinking about that kiss… Well, 'kiss'; she only touch my lips for one seconds with hers, I couldn't call that a real kiss but still it had been enough to make my heartbeat speed up. It had confused me, my feelings weren't clear and I wasn't sure I wanted to think about that either… I was only wondering what it had meant to her; did she seriously only did it to bother me in front of the guy with the camera? She had told me that after she kissed me, while I was walking with her in my arms.

"How is Jazzie?" she asked me. She was staring out the window, but turned to see me.

"She's fine I guess. Maybe you could visit her sometime"

"Yes…" she almost sighed "I'd like to see her one more time"

"Can you move to London?"

She raced an eyebrow "Why are you asking?"

"Well, I'm glad we are friends again, I wouldn't like to have you so far away"

"France's not that far, Dougie"

"It's not near my house"

"What, now you want me to live near your house?"

"Yes" I wasn't looking at her though I could almost feel her eyes on me. I was feeling emotionally vulnerable and that made me feel like a girl.

She sighed "I'll do my best to stay here as long as I can, I promise"

"How long is that?"

"I don't know, Doug, alright? I've just arrived"

I wondered why she was that tired; her journey couldn't have been longer than two hours, the trip by plane from Paris to London wasn't too long.

I parked in front of Danny's house and sighed; he'd better not try anything with her, please not this girl, Danny has to learn to control his impulses, you can't always have everyone you want! Well, he probably cans, but I want her… Well, kind of! Well, I actually don't, I just don't want him to be with her. 'Here I go again' I thought 'You can't even think properly, there must be something wrong with our brain…'

"What are you thinking?" she asked. She hadn't moved an inch, she even had her seatbelt on.

When we were kids, Emma always used to say everything that she ever thought. I, on the other hand, was rather quiet, I only talked to those I thought were my friends or my family, or I sometimes did extremely stupid jokes. She would always ask me what I was thinking, but only few times I answered.

"Why do you always have to say what's on your mind? I'm not like that" I said. What was I suppose to tell her…? 'Oh, I was just jealous of my friend because he's going to try to get you and I don't want that and don't ask me for a reason because I don't know that either' I sound like a genius, right?

"I just don't understand why you cant share everything with me" she said.

I sighed "Everybody needs to have their own secrets sometimes"

I saw Danny opening the front door; he must have heard me parking in front of his house. Emma took off her seatbelt and opened the car's door without saying anything else to me. I almost ran behind her when I saw Danny smiling at her… I know that look in his face, that smile…

"Hi" he smiled at her. She didn't smile back; she was polite but it took her a while to trust people and she would be friendly and nice once she thought they deserved it. She's special, I'd always told her she wouldn't get too many friends like that, but now I thought she looked more like a girl who was playing hard-to-get and that, sometimes, makes you look attractive, mysterious.

We entered the house and saw Tom sitting in the couch with pizza on his lap and a guitar lying next to him.

"Hi" he said… I think… His mouth was full of pizza, so I really don't know, but that's the most reasonable thing he could have said, right?

Emma laughed and said hi. She sat next to him and grabbed his guitar. I took that opportunity to talk to Danny, so I grabbed him by the arm and almost dragged him to the kitchen.

"Who's she?" he asked.

"She is my best-friend from my childhood; you met her about 6 years ago"

"I don't remember her"

"Well, I do, she's very special to me, please don't try to flirt with her or anything"

"Oh, I get it, you like her… No problem, dude, she's yours" Danny loved flirting and messing around with girls, but he was one of those guys who would always choose friendship over girls, he was a really good friend.

"No, I don't like her"

"So why can't I flirt then?"

"Just don't, Danny"

"Oh, I get it; you are in denial"

"I'm not in denial"

"Right"

He turned and went to the living-room again. 'I'm not in denial!' I thought annoyed. She's my best-friend, for God's sake! It's as if she wasn't even a girl, she was just Emma, you know? Well, now just-Emma had turned into Emma-my-hot-best-friend, but whatever!

Danny behaved as he usually did: like a 15 years old teenager. I'm not judging him; I behave just like him. Emma didn't seem to dislike it at all, she was still the fun girl I knew years ago. She laughed a lot and I liked seeing her like that after the damage I'd done, after the pain I'd caused her.

Have you ever been in a situation in which you had to gather two different friends? Like your friends from school and your friends from a club or something like that? You are all together in the same room. You are nervous because you don't know if they will like each other, if they fought you would have to stand in someone's side and that wouldn't be good for your friendship with the ones in the other group. You want them to become friends so badly.

I'd been there from the very moment Emma and I arrived, but she was getting along with them perfectly; I never really got to understand why nobody had liked her at school… Kids are cruel, but come on, the girl is an angel!

I drove her to her hotel when it was time to have dinner. I had the small hope that she would ask me to have dinner with her or stay a little longer, but that didn't happen. This day had been like a dream; I was scared I would wake up and she would be long gone, I was afraid she could disappeared by the morning.

She turned to face me when we were in front of the hotel.

"I really liked your friends, thought they've changed, they are more handsome than I remembered" she said. She'd only met them once, but you would never manage to forget us in you spent one whole day with us, you can bet on it.

"I'm changed to, I've grown up a lot" I said proud of myself; I was a damn pretty boy now. Ruby must be dying to date me now. Who's the loser now, baby?

"No, you haven't changed, you are just the same"

"No, I'm not. There are some parts of my body that I have as evidence"

"See? You haven't changed, you are as disgusting as you've always been" she said as she looked at me with fake disgust "Goodnight, Dougie"

"Hey, hey, wait" I grabbed her wrist softly and turned her around to face me again.

"What?"

"Do I pick you up tomorrow or something?"

"Don't you have to work?"

"I have no idea" I said and I felt suddenly lost. I would have to call Tom in the morning.

She laughed "You can pick me up whenever you want. I'm here for you, remember?"

She smiled at me one last time, her eyes were sweet and full of love, just as they were when we were kids… It wasn't passion or that kind of love that Tom felt for Giovanna; it was simply love, it was her way to show me she cared about me. I tried to remember her like that as she opened the hotel's room and closed it behind her.

I put my hand in my pockets and started to walk toward my car, wondering what the hell I was feeling. She was driving me mad, everything about her. How could I be so blind? I sighed once more, I'd done it plenty of times today, it was my own way to calm down.

'Forget about it' I thought 'We don't want what we are feeling… It's just the excitement of seeing her again' That, for the first time in this whole crazy day, made sense. It was just the excitement of seeing her again. In a couple of days, Emma would be just-Emma again, someone special to me but only as special as Jazzie or my mum. She was, after all, my best-friend; you don't mess around with your best-friend. So that was it; I'm not going to fall in love, at least not with her.