Raven awoke the next morning in a pretty good mood. She'd had the most amazing dream about the love of her life, and even the thought of the dream brought a smile to her face. Then she looked over at her dream girl. Chelsea lay sleeping like an angel, her wavy auburn hair framing her beautiful face, and for an instance, all was right in her world. She loved Thursday mornings. She had a nine o'clock Intro to the Fashion Industry class, but Chelsea didn't have her chemistry class until eleven so she always slept in. It gave Raven a chance to gaze at her secret love without fear of being found out. It was a guilty pleasure that she rarely got to enjoy. It was also coincidentally the same reason she loved Tuesday mornings as well.

Knowing, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't spend all day staring over at her best friend; she got out of her bed and walked into their bathroom. After a quick shower and brushing her teeth, she got dressed. She stopped in front of the mirror and checked her appearance. Satisfied, she headed out the door and to the dining hall. She'd told Eddie she'd meet him for breakfast, and she was running a little late.

Entering the nearly empty dining hall, she spotted him right away sitting at an empty table. "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late. I had that dream again, and I didn't want to wake up."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "You're so hopeless." He said as he followed her to the food line.

"I know, I know, but I can't help it."

"Rae, why don't you just tell her how you feel? It's been almost four years."

"You know I can't do that." She replied sliding eggs and two pieces of bacon onto her plate.

"Why not? She is your best friend." Eddie asked once they were back at their table.

"That's exactly why. I don't know what I'd do if I lost her, and I'm not willing to chance it."

"What if you didn't lose her? Chelsea's not like that. She wouldn't stop being your friend."

"I know, but things would be changed forever. I would never do anything to make her feel weird around me." Raven said just as she felt two hands on her shoulders. She looked up and saw her girlfriend.

"Hey baby," Crystal greeted her with a slight peck on her lips. "Who feels weird around you?" She asked sitting down and taking a bite of her apple.

"What? Oh no, no one." Raven stammered looking over at Eddie. She silently begged him to let the issue drop.

"So, uh, Crystal what brought you to the dining hall this early?" He asked, changing the subject.

"I actually have to get to the lab early and help Professor Berkeley get the test for the freshman chem labs ready."

"Hey isn't Chelsea in one of your labs?" He asked looking at Raven.

"Yeah, Crystal's the lab assistant in Chelsea chem lab." Raven answered, giggling nervously.

"Yeah, Chelsea really good at the labs. If she keeps it up, the department heads might offer her a job as a lab assistant next year." Crystal replied missing the exchange between her girlfriend and her best friend. She looked down at her watch and stood up. "Shoot, I hate to eat and run, but Berkeley is waiting for me. Bye baby, I'll see you later?" She asked looking at Raven expectantly.

"Without a doubt." Raven said smiling at her.

"Great, well I'll see you then." The older girl said leaning over to kiss her girlfriend before heading out of the room.

"So is it getting serious with you and Crystal?" Eddie asked as they walked out of the dining hall.

"Do you even have to ask?" Raven looked at Eddie.

"Okay, so you won't tell Chelsea how you feel, but you also won't get serious with anyone because you're in love with her?" Eddie asked exasperated.

"It's not that simple."

"Nothing, with you ever is." Eddie muttered under his breath.

"Hey, that's not true. I just fell in love with my best friend, and some day I'll be able to move past it, but it really isn't fair to get serious with someone when I don't have my heart to give them." Raven said. "But thanks for listening. You're the best friend a girl could have." She added hugging him.

They parted ways at their respective buildings heading to their classes. Raven's mind was consumed, as it often was, with thoughts of Chelsea.