A/N: Hey y'all, another update~ I know basically this fic was supposed to be heavily influenced on the movie Flipped, but I'm actually pacing the fic based on what I'd deem appropriate for the chapter. Plus, I wanna build enough tension for a slow-burn effect.

But anyway, if you have suggestions, please do feel free to leave a review or a PM. I promise to respond as soon as possible.


Things got pretty weird after that day. I still pretend that nothing is amiss, but it's especially hard once you realize you have a crush on your best friend.

To my utter mortification, I somehow developed a permanent flush on my cheeks whenever Gil and I had physical contact. I try to smother my blush and thankfully it disappears just as Gil turns around to look at me. These days, it's getting harder to conceal my blush since the contacts tend to last longer than usual - not that I'm complaining, of course. I'm afraid to point this out to Gil in fear of him stopping, or the realization that I might be reading too much into this.

A perfect example is right now: we're currently holding hands as we navigate through the food court. It's a little unnecessary since there are hardly people out here, but honestly, I'm enjoying the steady warmth of Gil's hand.

Also, I think I love the little squeezes he does whenever we change directions. Look, I like hand-holding, okay. You can't honestly blame a girl for having a crush on her hot best friend who happens to be providing welcomed attention.


The number one advice Francis gave me was 'always pamper your woman with affection'. I found that stupid at first, but once I realized that I have a thing for Liz, I started to enjoy it.

Not that we lack physical contact or anything - we had started getting along well right after I got Gilbird, of course. Right now, my main goal is to prolong an opportunity; that is, making sure that physical contacts stay as long as possible without Liz noticing anything.

Today, we're at my house watching re-runs of TV shows we missed. Between my soccer practice and her swim meets, it was hard for us to have some downtime. This was actually the first time in weeks that we're both free on a weekend, and I intend to spend the entirety of it with the girl.

Speaking of, Liz sat beside me looking all engrossed at the show. Clad in my old shirt and jersey shorts, I felt a swell of man pride- she looks good in my clothes. I slowly stretched my arm to rest it on the sofa near her shoulder. I sighed in relief when she didn't notice as she was too busy squealing at the TV.

Mom passed by, laundry basket in her arms, and paused to stare at us. There was a knowing smile directed at me, and this time I smirked back at her. Her shock was so apparent that I almost laughed out loud but thankfully I was able to repress it. I swear to God, her eyes suddenly sparkled, then she hurried to leave the living room.

A thing I learned about this love shit was that you should never keep your mom in the dark. I mean, moms are highly sensitive about this stuff, plus she can be a very powerful ally for me. Also, it's best that she knows since she and Aunt Lena (Liz' mom) are friends - it'd do me good if aunt approves of me.


I don't remember falling asleep, but I found myself waking up burrowed on Gil's side. Blushing, I tried to make sense of the situation. We're still in the Beilschmidts' living room, with the TV running in the background. I looked up to find Gil dead asleep but in a weird position. I realized quickly that I must've leaned heavily on him, which gave him no time to move the couch pillows on his back. Plus, his arms are wound around me, probably to keep me from falling. Though I felt guilty for making Gil sleep uncomfortably, I felt a surge of affection for his thoughtfulness.

I immediately removed my own person to stretch when I noticed the time. It was way past lunch, and knowing Gil, he's probably too starved right now. I decided to wake him up. I tried to shake him gently then gradually increased the force, but man, the guy sleeps like a log.

I resorted in pinching his cheeks when suddenly he grabbed my hand. He cracked open his eyes, and then...then -

He looked at me like I was something precious.

My hand was on his cheek and he honest-to-goodness started nuzzling it affectionately with that soft smile on his face. Warmth flooded my entire body, and I started to lean unto him unconsciously.

Before I knew it, I was staring at his lips...wondering if it would feel as soft as it looks.

I could see Gil's eyes darkening as I leaned even closer to him. When there was only about an inch between our lips, my eyes started to flutter shut.

Then the grandfather clock chimed.

I immediately jumped up and rushed to the kitchen, not daring to look back at Gil.

Oh gods.

I almost kissed my best friend!


A/N: Such a cliffhanger, I know. :D
As what I wrote earlier, please feel free to leave a review or PM if you have any suggestions. I'll be waiting!