A/N: I am really stoked about the great reviews I received. I am really glad that people are actually reading and enjoying my story. Thanks for the support. I really hope to get more reviews with this post. I'm sorry for not updating in awhile. I got a little put down by the most recent review. I want to make something clear. I, in know way, think that Britt is stupid. I am one of her biggest supporters. I have always thought that she was secretly a genius, and I would never suggest otherwise. I merely implied that she has a different way of thinking and sense of humor. I also decided to take time off of writing to focus on my music, as well as catching up on a few of my favorite shows.

Chapter 13

I splash my face with freezing water from the sink, to hopefully get myself out of this embarrassing and completely foolish funk I have going on. Grabbing the towel, I dry my hands off and open the door, ready to face Brittany. I slowly walk out into the hallway, following into the room with the couch and TV, as well as Brittany. Right before I reach her, I chicken out and back up a bit, pulling out my phone to text Jess.

Uh, Jess? I totally just made a fool out of myself. What should I do?

I tap my fingers against the wall of the hallway, impatient for her response. When it comes, I race to unlock my phone and check my messages.

It's okay. People make mistakes all the time. One little thing isn't gonna make someone not like you. Just go out there and explain yourself, and face her.

Thanks for the advice. I owe you one. Okay. I'm going now.

I turn my phone on silent and put it in my pocket. I take a deep breath in, and then release. I force my mind to not go to the negative place it seems to love, and start walking again. There is a nagging voice in my head that wonders how Jess knew that my problem was about Brittany, but I push it aside since I already have so much on my mind.

I can feel my feet slow down as I reach the corner to turn back into the room where I left Brittany. My heart unintentionally starts to race as I get nervous about facing her, because I know that I like her, but at the same time, I am scared that it won't work out, or that she won't like me back. She obviously does. I mean, she was leaning in too. No matter how much I want to believe my inner thoughts, I just can't, because I've made things up before. I attempt to calm my heartbeat down as I walk back to the couch as quietly as possible, trying not to be heard by Brittany. Apparently, I'm not as stealthy as I look, because within seconds, she looks over her shoulder at me. I exhale the breath I was apparently holding when I see no hint of anger or a sort of uncomfortableness in her eyes. I flicker my eyes to the floor as I quickly become embarrassed from making eye contact. Without looking back up at her, I sit down on the couch and play with my hands silently, not knowing what to do. We sit there in silence, but it isn't all that awkward, it's filled more with uncertainty. After a few minutes, Brittany decides to make the first move.

"Hey, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" My head whips up to look at her in surprise. I seriously can't even process how she would think that.

"No, no, no, Britt. You didn't do anything. I was just being stu. . . sorry, I was just being my weird self. It was completely my fault." I relax a bit as she seems to understand, and take the weight off of her shoulders.

"Okay, good. I don't want to make you sad. Seeing you sad makes me sad, and I don't like being sad." My heart flutters at her confession, but I don't really think that it means what I want it to mean.

"And I don't want you to be sad either," I respond. She smiles slightly at me, her blues eyes sparkling with it. Wow, I could look at her forever. . . I shake myself out of my thoughts, blushing slightly, trying not to hint at what I was thinking about.

"Can we watch another movie?"

"Sure, let's see. How about Beauty and the Beast?" I ask as I look through her movie collection.

"Oooo. I love that movie." Seeing her get excited over my movie choice warms me from head to toe. Her excitement over this Disney movie is just -

"Adorable." Brittany looks up at me for a moment with confusion, but I don't really know why.

"What's adorable, San?" Shit. Did I say that outloud?

"Uhh, nothing. Just, uh. The movie! Yeah, the movie is adorable." She nods her head a bit at my comment, or should I say, my cover up.

"Yeah. It is so awesome. Like how Belle can see through his looks and the Beast and loves him for who he is on the inside." I look up at her when I hear a hint of sadness in her voice. "I wish someone could look past my stupidity and love me the way I am." Her statement immediately infuriates me, and I feel like punching something. No one has the right to call her stupid.

"Britt! Don't call yourself stupid. You are not stupid. You are a genius. Look at you. You can sing and dance. You are unique. What you have is special. Don't let other people say otherwise."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't say so otherwise. Really, Britt. You are amazingly awesome," I say sincerely as I look into her eyes. Her face softens up a little and she lets a wide smile break through. Suddenly - because, I mean, I really wasn't prepared for it - she wraps her arms around me in a tight hug.

"Thank you, San. No one's ever said that before." I give her a warm smile.

"Well, you better get used to it, just I'm not going anywhere." I give her a serious look, but let my eyes show my playful side. We don't talk, but just stare at each other, breathing and watching, not wanting to break the little moment we are having. It's almost like earlier, but this time, I don't freak out. I just get lost in her eyes, the swirling blue sparkly flecks. We slowly start leaning in, and before I know it, my nose is only an inch away from hers, my breath coming is sgot quick bursts, my heart making fast thumps in my chest as I realize what is going to happen, what I want to happen, what I have wanted since I saw her face in a magazine. I look into her eyes, searching for even the smallest flicker of doubt, but I find none. With this reassurance, I close my eyes and lean in the rest of the way.

A/N: Hee hee. Luv you guys.