The show went smoothly. Everyone seemed to be in this sort of haze due to the fact that it was a full house, or maybe it was that they were all just super tired. When the show ended, the orchestra played "The Wicked Witch Is Dead" as the audience exited the auditorium. Aaron ran off the stage and danced with my arm in his. "It's over!" everyone cheered.

"I'm giving you a ride to the party." He declared.

"Sounds good Fiyero." Everyone had cleared out to go change so they could get to the party. Aaron stepped closer to me. His hips were pressed against my lower stomach.

"I can't wait to be with you." He whispered.

"Go get dressed." I whispered in return. He laughed and ran into the boys dressing room. Inner turmoil practically ran through my veins. How could I even tell him all I wanted to do was be friends with him when it was such a total lie?

"Where's Claire?" I asked in the car.

"She left right away so she could set up her house."

"This is nowhere near the address on the invitation." I said looking at him, confused.

He smiled while keeping his eyes on the road. "I thought we would make a stop." I smirked while trying to ignore the terrible feeling in my stomach. I couldn't help if this would just be my life, the mistress. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

I must of had the dumbest smile on my face. "So mysterious." He finally looked over at me and I suddenly was reassured that everything was going to be okay. "I like it."

We pulled into an empty parking lot. It was a somewhat empty field with a few trees here and there. "What's next Romeo?" I asked as we got out of the car.

He opened the trunk. "We are having a picnic." He held a grocery bag in one hand in one hand, my hand in the other.

I saw a sign signifying it was golf course. He laid out a towel under a tree on the outskirts of the course. "Is this place even open?" I asked, too giggly to even care.

He poured out his grocery bag. "I'm not sure." He said jokingly. The bags contents included a carton of chocolate milk, goldfish, and a bag of baby carrots.

"This is a pretty decent spread you set out here. Perfect for a rabbit, or a cat."

"There wasn't much food left in my house. And cat's don't even like milk, so jokes on you."

I took his hand and played with his fingers. "I love it." I leaned in and kissed him. "Little known fact, goldfish are actually a great source of protein." I popped one of them in my mouth.

"I'm glad you think so." His eyes were even blue in the dark night.

"So why a golf course?"

"My dad takes me here sometimes." he turned his head to look at the empty field filled with freshly cut grass. "It's probably one of my favorite places. It's even better in the really early morning, before the sun is completely up. It's really quiet," He turned back towards me. "Which I thought you would like. It's really beautiful."

The smile that came after that was more sympathetic than intended. "Aaron I need to tell you something."

"What?"

His words were soft, and gentle and it almost hurt to talk about the whole situation. "Claire came up to me earlier and kind of declared peace between us. She said something about her being friends with anyone who's friends with you. It just made me wonder if we are doing the right thing here. Like, between me and you."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just, she obviously cares about you. I don't know what I would do if some girl came in and took you away from me. It would ruin me."

"Charlotte, you're not just some girl. I wouldn't even want to be with Claire knowing that I could of been with you."

"It has nothing to do with how I feel about you,"

"All these things I feel for you, they can't just be left behind."

"I like you a lot." I blurted out. I noticed he had sort of put a metaphorical distance between us so I decided to physically scoot a lot closer to him.

"I planned on breaking up with Claire before, us, happened."

"People are going to hate you, a lot. She might unleash her armies on you. She cares about you still."

"No," he laughed. "She doesn't. A few days ago, she got drunk and called my mom. You know what she told her? That she hated me and that she was going to make out with my best friend. That was a real thing she said to my mother."

I sighed. "I just feel terrible." He laid his head in my lap.

"Don't. By the time we get there, she will be under the influence and I will tell her that it' s over and that will be it. Okay?"

"Okay." A grin crept across his face. "Let's play a game." I suggested.

He sat up. "What kind of game?"

"We are going to see who can jug the most chocolate milk."

"Alright." He grabbed the carton and handed it to me. "Ladies first." I graciously accepted it and brought the brown liquid to my lips. I drank for as long as I could until it started to repulse me (Which wasn't very long considering I do not like milk).

"How long was that?" I asked.

"I wasn't counting." He laughed as I tried my best to fight him. "OH I don't think so!" He tickled my waist until he had pinned me down on the floor.

I could tell by the look on his stupid, perfect, face that he did not plan on leaving this baseball field. Me, being the person I am, I let out a milk burb. I just smiled at the silly look on his face. "I guess that's one perk of falling for your best friend." I froze in shock. He had used the term "Falling" and it was a term that I grew very fond of instantly. I wasn't in love but I was definitely falling, hard, with absolutely no intention of getting up.

"You're falling for me, huh?"

He laughed, I also noticed he had contracted a case of the hiccups. He had my favorite hiccups, I decided. "I mean, I guess." he said sarcastically.

"I'm falling for you to." I waddled over to him on my knees and straddled his lap. "It's like those dreams where you think your falling and you wake up really fast. Except with you, I'm not waking up. Like at the bottom of the abyss there is a ball pit." He just stared at me. "You're the ball pit."

"What colors am I?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. "Dumb colors, like brown and periwinkle, or something." I kissed his exposed teeth before jumping off of him. "We should go to this party." He left the food and followed me to the car.