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May was staring in to blank space for a while now. She didn't really know what to feel about all this. She felt heartbroken but she mostly felt conflicted. She'd never thought she would ever have feelings for Drew. But after seeing him leave, she thought maybe she did. She just didn't feel what he felt yet, and that was love.

She never looked at Drew as more than a friend, never. Sure he thought he was sweet, and yes, she can't deny he was good looking. But he was just her friend, her best friend. She never found him attractive until she recently met him again. And to that problem: she doesn't know how to respond. What was she supposed to do? She wasn't even sure if she loved Brendan already. Since lately she hasn't gotten that passion she was looking for. But Drew? She loves him as a best friend. But he makes her heart race whenever they are together. Why doesn't she feel that way with Brendan?

May's thoughts were broken by the sound of her door being slammed closed. She looked up from her sofa and saw Gary, looking like a hot mess, with his eyes bloodshot.

"Gary?" she questioned, standing up to meet him.

He started bawling his eyes out at the sound of his sister's voice calling him.

"What happened?" she asked as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I'm still getting a divorce," he whimpered out to her

And just by that, May understood. "I'm sorry..." she whispered, cooing him gently.

By around nine at night, May and Gary were able to settle down. Gary finally calmed down after a while and May ordered some food for a late dinner. May still hasn't talked to Gary about Drew and was she was dying to do it.

She hung up the phone from the restaurant and turned to Gary. He preoccupied himself with some beer from May's fridge.

"Gary?" she called him, gently.

"Yeah?" he asked her with a sigh

"How long have you known Drew's feelings for me?" she suddenly questioned him curiously.

Gary stared at his sister with a shaken look. He gaped at her, unsure of how to respond. But May knew he had an answer.

"Because you told me not to tell him about me and Brendan, so I'm guessing you know about how he felt..." she mentioned slowly, "How long, Gare?" she asked, her arms crossed over her chest.

Gary licked his lips as he set his beer down on the coffee table, "As far as I'm concerned, since high school," he said, finally answering.

May stomped her foot, whining like a child, "And you didn't tell me?" she asked him.

Gary raised his hands in surrender, "Hey, I had a girlfriend at that time, I was happy. I didn't need to make wishes come true to make me feel better about my life," he said defensively.

She rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

"So, he told you huh?" Gary smirked at her in amusement.

"It's so much more than that," She confessed to her older step-brother everything that has been between her and Drew. She started from Prom up to what had just happened that night. She didn't leave anything out—as far as she knows. When she was done, the food had already arrived.

"So, what are you going to do?" Gary asked, biting into his burger.

May sighed softly "I don't know," she said as she unwrapped her own burger. "I think I should talk to him, but what the hell am I supposed to say? You know? I'm not even sure if I do have feelings for him yet, all I know is that it feels different."

He nodded, chewing slowly, listening to his sister rant.

"How about you?" May added, licking her lips as she chewed on her own food, "What are you gonna do about Leaf?"

Gary reached for his beer on the coffee table and groaned loudly, "Looks like you're not the only one who doesn't know what to do at the moment, baby sister," he said with a sigh, standing up from his seat and walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"We'll both get through this, right?" he asked her with a hopeful expression.

She nodded her head in agreement, with the same hopeful expression.

May hasn't seen nor heard from Drew the next week that followed. She would try attempts to go to his store, but she would end up stopping halfway through, knowing she really had nothing to say: she knew she was gaining feelings for him, but he doesn't deserve to know that until she is in love. And she wasn't in love. She was ashamed of what she's done to him. He was her best friend, but she hasn't been his. He's been there for her at her every call. He's been there all along. But for him, she never really was. He'd loved her from the very core of him even though she offered him nothing. She suddenly felt that she doesn't deserve his love, or anything from him at all.

"Maybelle?" Brendan called out to her, trying to get her attention.

They were having lunch at their favorite bistro and May's mind was obviously elsewhere. She hasn't touched her food and her chin was rested on her palm with a blank expression on her face.

"Maybelle?" he tried again. Still, nothing. "May!" he half shouted at her.

May jumped in her seat, snapping back to reality. "What?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

He chuckled at her expression, "Are you okay? You seem really preoccupied."

"I'm sorry," she apologized with heavy sigh, "It's just—it's Drew," she hesitantly brought up.

"Why? What's wrong?" he asked, putting his utensils down. Slightly tensing up at his name.

May hesitated. Should she even tell her boyfriend that another man was in love with her?

"Never mind, it's nothing," she swore. She took ahold of her iced tea and took a sip.

"Maybelle come on," he said, feeling slightly bad that he tensed up from it, "you can trust me..."

"I'm not sure, if I should say…" she mentioned with another sigh.

He took her hand his and caressed it. "Hey, I'm here for you, no matter what."

May looked up into eyes and sighed. She gave in. "Okay, but promise me you won't get mad."

He nodded his head in agreement, waiting for her to continue.

"Drew—Drew told me that he was in love with me," she continued on with the entire tale, telling Brendan the whole story. On one hand, she wasn't even sure if this was appropriate. But she couldn't lie to him. She liked Brendan a lot, but she had a gut feeling telling her that he wasn't the one.

When May finished confessing everything to her boyfriend—emphasis on that, by the way— she leaned back and looked up at him, searching for anything.

Brendan bit his lip, hesitantly and nodded his head slowly, "I think you should go for him," he mentioned in a soft tone.

"What?" she asked him and disbelief.

"I think you should give Drew a shot," he tells her again.

"What?" she repeated again, looking at him like he had two heads.

"Maybelle, he loves you. I'll admit, I'm not there yet. But he already is. And it's easy to love someone back when they love you. He's your best friend, I can't compete with that," he mumbled in sadness. Truthfully, he didn't really want to be involved with this whole best friend thing. Because he had a feeling it would happen.

"Seriously, what?" she asked again with a dumbfound expression.

"In reality, he had you first. I stole you from him…" he mentioned to her, truthfully.

"But you didn't steal me," she said with a frown, "I let you get me."

"Maybelle, he's been there for you when I couldn't. He's your best friend. He's been in love with you since high school. You may not love him now, but you probably will feel something more then you ever will with me."

She frowned at him, "I don't understand, what are you saying?" she shook her head, still trying to process this information.

"I'm saying" he said with a sigh, "you should give Drew a try. I haven't been the best boyfriend anyway. But, Drew? He will be the best boyfriend that you could ever want, even better than me."

May sighed softly, she didn't want to admit it. But Drew has been there, all the time when Brendan wasn't. "Brendan, you are a good boyfriend…"

He shook his head now. "But I'm not perfect for you," she gaped at him, "Drew deserves you, more than I ever did."

"Brendan—"

"Maybelle, please. We both know, I can't be there for you the way he can. I was just your high school crush. I think we both knew that this wasn't going to go anywhere. It's time to grow up and move on with our lives…"

May sighed softly, "I don't even know what to say..." she fiddled with her fork.

"You don't have to say anything... just go be happy with Drew," he explained to her.

"But I don't deserve him. I don't even know if I love him yet…" she whispered sadly.

"But you will," he pressed on, "—you will. I promise. It has always been you and him."

"Why are you doing this? Do you not what to be with me?" she asked suddenly with a frown.

"I do, but I know there isn't much as connection as there is between you and him," he assured her, "I feel that you deserve to be with someone who loves you. I like you a lot, Maybelle. You're really special. But what I feel for you, is nothing compared to what Drew's feeling. All I'm saying is, give Drew a try."

A/N: Hi. Today fucking sucked. Here's another chapter. Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.