Bas's pov
A few more days had gone by, and, instead of my feelings getting sorted out as I had hoped; they had done just the opposite, now more convoluted than ever. I had to talk to Annie. Once I arrived at her house, I quickly found she was harboring the same thoughts and feelings, and she was almost as disheveled as I was. This was eating us inside and one of us had to address the elephant in the room.
"Annie, we need to talk about this whole fake dating thing." I took a breathe after that and quickly blurted out, as if ripping off the bandage of a child, not even noticing we were speaking in unison at first
"I DON'T WANT IT TO BE FAKE!"
Once my brain realized her opinion and desires were aligned with mine, I did not waste another moment, but pushed her against the wall of the backyard we spent our childhood playing in and kissed her, savoring each and every second.