OK, so there's going to be a lot of time jumps so I don't have to write years' worth of fan fiction. Just so you know ;)

2 years later, Alfie's POV

I came home from school that day feeling jumbled up. I had to figure things out. I said a quick greeting to my family, and then headed towards my room.

The exact hue of blue on my walls comforted me a little, but that was of no matter. I jumped onto my bed and huffed. Today was no different than any other, except for the fact that my feelings were changing. Everything was normal. The classes, albeit 2 years more advanced, were the same, Emily and I acted the same, and I still played soccer, everything. I relived the instance I broke normalcy.

Joey sat down at my table and leaned into to me, obviously not wanting Emily or the guys to hear.

"Hey, Alfie, d'ya mind if I ask Emily out? Since you're always with her and whatnot." I smirked across the table, but Emily wasn't interested. I saw she thought he was pervy, which he was some of the time.

"No." I said. There was no question. It looked as if she was my girlfriend. Then I cast away the thought.

"What d'ya mean, 'No.'? She's fair game-" I cut him off. "Stop treating girls like pieces of meat. They have feelings, not just hot bodies." Joey glared at me, then turned away and muttered, "Fine. You can have her."

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I did want her to be happy, but because when she got mad, she could be pissed for days. Thankfully, that didn't happen very often. We have known each other for about 2 ½ years now. Outsiders often assume we're together. I did like her. She was funny and smart, and not easily offended. In the back of my mind, I was reminded that she was a Muser. If she was playing me, she was the cleverest on I've seen. My heart told me she wasn't. She was genuine. Well, I've sorted my head out, now what do I do with it? I could let it be…or ask her out. If she said no, we would never have the same relationship again. If she said yes, our relationship would never be the same, but in a good way. My brain ached from so much use. I needed a second opinion. I walked down to the living room, where my father was watching the football game.

"Come on, Heskey! You can't kick a ball? Really?" He shouted.

"Dad, I need to talk to you." I stated, "About a girl." He muted the game and looked at me.

"Sit here, son." He patted the spot next to him and I obeyed.

"What's up?"

"Well, there's this girl, and we're basically best friends, but now I like her. I think I want to ask her out, but I'm not sure what would happen. What should I do?"

"Hmm." He collected his thoughts. "If you really like her enough to take the risk and put your friendship on the line for her, then go for it. If you can't, it's not worth it and you should let it be. Is that helpful?"

"Surprisingly, yes." I said. I had my answer.