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Tori stared at the word written on the page she was holding. Not understanding Andre's meaning behind it, she knew he clearly had a crush on her, or had some feelings for her, but the way he had treated her over the last few weeks had made her doubt him. Even though she knew he was acting and that she had thought of the character, the doubt had come that maybe he didn't have any real feelings for her…that maybe this was just an assignment to him, leaving her scared that when it was over she would have her best friend back, but worried that's all she would have of him.

The note changed it all, made her understand how much he had trusted her not to open it, how much of himself he had placed in that one little word. It made her realise how deep his feelings went and how long they had been going for, made her realise that like hers, the feelings had been alive and kicking long before this whole thing started.

All of this had made her realise how much she had missed Andre, and most of all how wrong she was about what kinda guys she liked. She didn't want a player in a leather jacket, she wanted her best friend, someone she couldn't live without, someone that would have the power to break her without saying a word, that would rather let her figure the world out and make mistakes purely cause he knew she needed to make them.

The way he had.

Most of all, someone who instead of being what she wanted and did what she wanted, gave her what she needed, and was who she needed , someone who told her what she needed to hear.

Now she understood why he hadn't fought the change she had given him, cause he knew she would regret it, that she would learn how much better real him was than fake him…why he had kissed her as if she didn't matter, she knew now that it was his way of telling her how much better he would give her if only she let him, how the real him could kiss her in a way that made fake hims kisses look like a weed in comparison to a rose.

Then finally snapping out of it, she rushed out, one destination in mind. The phrase a woman on a mission was never more appropriate, she had fire in her eyes, a glow on her cheeks and sunlight in her heart.