That is absolutely crazy. It's crazy that she chose to tell me about her parents separation.

I mean, obviously she can trust me with it. I'm not going to tell a single soul, but oh my gosh. Not only did I not expect it, but for her to tell me, that's pretty special. She trusts me. She wants me to know. And I'm happy about that. I am. It's a step forward in our relationship and I am glad she told me about it.

And it doesn't freak me out. I don't assume we're moving too fast or anything like that. I actually kind of like it.

Because I want to be with someone who is not only my girlfriend, but my best friend. I want to be able to confide in them. To turn to them when I have shit going on and that may be a little hypocritical since I hate talking to people about my issues, but she's... she's changing that. And I'm happy about it. I'm glad that she felt comfortable enough to share that and I'm getting to a place where I feel like I could talk to her about anything. And I love that.

"I should get going," I tell her, pushing myself off the couch.

"Oh, okay," she tells me as she sits up as well and pauses the TV for a minute, "you need to get home?"

Well, not exactly. It was only 11 but I had to stop by Morgan's to get a book I needed and her whole family wasn't going to be home tomorrow so today's my only option, really. But I didn't really want to tell her that. Obviously nothing's going on, but the fact that Morgan's a girl, well..

"Yeah, I told my mom I wouldn't be late." I did tell her that so it's not really a lie.

"Okay," she says and she doesn't look upset about it at all. I didn't think she would since we've been hanging out since 4. But you know never. "Do you want to take some cookies home? We made so many."

We did. I honestly don't know why we made so many. 36 cookies. "Sure, my mom would probably love some."

She smiled at me and then went over to the kitchen for a few minutes while I stayed back and gathered my things. My phone which was on the table. My shoes I had taken off went back on my feet. And my jacket that was hanging off one of the sofas was now back on me.

And then she came back in with some cookies in a small container.

"Hopefully she likes them," she tells me as she hands it to me, "and hopefully there's enough."

"Oh, I'm sure she will. And yes, there are more than enough," I can already tell just by taking a small peak. Between her and I, we ate 7. So that leaves 29 cookies. My mom would be good with 5. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," she smiles at me and then we're just standing there, staring at each other before she breaks the silence, "what are you doing tomorrow?"

Tomorrow? Saturday. Um... oh, it's Jason's grandparents anniversary party and since I'm an honorary member of the family, I have to go. Well, I don't have to go, but I want to. I love his family. "An anniversary party. Jason's grandparents."

She instantly smiled. I know it's probably because she loves that old people are still together. She's such a girl. "Awww, how cute."

Yep, I was right. "Yeah, 50 years. Long time, huh?"

"Long time," she repeats, "but that's good. That sounds like fun."

"I'm sure it will be. They always have the best parties with the best food," I laugh as I adjust the hood of my jacket, bringing it out of being stuck between my back and jacket and then grab my keys from the coffee table, "what about you, what are you doing tomorrow?"

"I'm going to LA for the day with Sasha. She has an eye appointment so we're going to make a day out of it," she tells me.

Oh, that's cool. Girls day. I'm all for my girlfriend to have a girls day just like I hope she would let me just hang with the guys if I want to. And I don't know how that'll be, we haven't really gotten to that point yet because we've been soaking up all this time together. Weekdays are for school and weekends we usually hang out all the time. So I don't know. But I don't see her being controlling in that way at all because she's really fucking cool.

Okay, I have to go now. It's 11:10 and Morgan's gonna be pissed because she has to wake up early tomorrow and I'm sure she doesn't want to wait up for me until 12 or whatever. So yeah, have to go.

"Okay, I should go now," I remind her, giving her a small smile so it's not like I want to necessarily leave.

"Oh right," she chuckles a bit before she leads me out of the living room.

We walk to her foyer and she opens the door for me and before I walk out, I turn to her, grab her face ever so lightly and lean down and kiss her. And every single time I do, it feels good. Nothing and everything has changed. Nothing as in I'm still wanting to kiss her. All that time. And everything in that, it feels better every time I kiss her, and single time, I feel something more for her. And I don't really want to stop kissing her.

She deepens the kiss a bit and before I'm suckered into it, I pull away. But to assure her nothing is wrong, I smile at her and give her one more kiss.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow," I tell her.

"Okay," she says, letting me walk out, "goodnight."

I turn back to her, her standing in her doorway, looking as beautiful as ever and smile at her once more. "Goodnight."

Morgan casually hands me the book I need and then looks at me as if nothing's wrong.

"What?" she asks.

"What?" I mimic her, "you told me to come get this book because I couldn't yesterday and you told me I better come before 12 and then you find out you're not even going to be out of town tomorrow? You couldn't have told me that an hour ago? 20 minutes ago?"

She gives me a weird look and then goes back to sitting on her bed, "what's the big deal? We agreed tonight so why not get it over with?"

Ugh. Because tonight I was with Gabriella. "I was at Gabriella's and we were having a relaxing night and I could have stayed longer had you told me..."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she rolls her eyes, "how late did you want to stay? 2 AM?"

"No," I'm clearly upset with her, but I get over it pretty quickly because well, she is my best friend. And it's not THAT big of a deal. "No, I just... we were watching TV, just hanging out. It was relaxing. And I try to spend as much time with her as I can on the weekends since we don't live in the same city."

Morgan looked sorry, so yeah, I forgive her. "Wow, you really like this girl, huh?"

I mean, isn't it obvious? I don't want it to be too obvious, though. I don't want to be creepy. Even though she is my girlfriend so obviously it's implied that yeah, I really like her. "Yeah, I do."

"I'm glad. And you better not do anything to mess it up because things between Chris and I are really good, too, and I don't want it to become awkward."

Isn't that so weird? Two of my best friends are dating two of her best friends. It's so crazy to me. Sophie and Chase got together first and then it was Chris and Morgan and lastly, Gabriella and I. So naturally, we're not as stronger than the other couples, but still, anything can happen. At any given moment, any of us can break up and although we never hung out together before, now, I don't know, it would be kind of awkward. We've done the triple date a couple of times. Or just two couples at a time within the past month and it's always been really fun. I don't really want to stop that.

Sophie's basically in with all the people we hang out with. Gabriella's come around a few times but I wouldn't say she's "in" and so yeah, it would suck.

But I also don't want to think about Gabriella and I breaking up. "We're good, Morg. Everything's fine."

"Good," she smiles at me, "At first I didn't mind Megan, I liked her, but I just get a better feeling from Gabriella. I feel like she's one of those people that just makes you want to become a better person yourself, you know?"

"That's because she is," I tell her, "and it's not like I want to become better for her. I want to become better for me, you know?"

It's not weird being this cheesy with Morgan. We literally tell each other everything and are so comfortable with one another, that we allow ourselves to be vulnerable and cheesy and lame when it comes to this stuff. And it's true. I want to become better for me, not just for her to like me but for me to be able to look at myself and be proud of the person I am. And feel like I have a right to be with her.

Morgan kind of looks like she wants to cry and it's not that serious, but it's nice that she's so happy for me.

And then she goes over to her closet and grabs a sweater and throws it on before climbing back into her bed, "You deserve to be happy."

"Thanks, Morg," I get up from sitting at her computer chair and decide to go since it looks like she wants to go to sleep. And I'm pretty tired myself. "Okay, I'm gonna go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow or something."

"Okay," she tells me, laying back on her bed, "tell my mom to lock the door, please."

I laugh and tell her I will and then make my way out of her room, downstairs to the living room to tell her mom that I'm leaving. She tells me goodnight and then walks me out, locking the door after me and I make my way to my car. And proceed to go home.

But all I really want to do is go back to Gabriella's house and lay on the couch with her and eat more cookies and watch TV.

Which is weird because I've never been that guy with a girl before.

It's all I want with Gabriella, though.