I felt his arms surround me as he comfortingly hugged me.

"Yue? What's wrong? You're scaring me. We're buddies remember? Can't you share it with me? I promise I'll listen quietly." He whispered on top of my head while rubbing his hand on my back.

I tried to control my sobs. "I'm sorry Dy." Hiccup.

"I really appreciate the things you do for me." Another hiccup.

"You're my buddy, you're important to me. But this is something that I can't tell you even if we're close. Please. Just please understand me." I begged him.

I was on my breaking point. I like him but I can't like him, but then I can't control my feelings. So I ended up liking him even more because at times like this, he was even the one comforting me.

"Okay I get it. I won't push you. But I'm here okay? You can talk to me anytime." He reminded me. I meekly nodded.

He led me to sit on one of the lounges. He sat beside me and pulled me towards him in a side hug. I wound my arms around him and kept crying. This is the only thing I can do right now. To cry out all my feelings for him. Hoping that it can somehow reach him. He was so near to me, yet also so far.

"It's okay Yue. I'm here. Cry it all out." He kept whispering to me. And I did. Until I was finally able to calm down. And I find that the suffocation was gone. I can actually breathe again even if it still hurts.

"You okay now? Got it all out?" He looked at me.

"Yeah. Thanks Dy." I said, voice raw from the amount of crying I made.

"Told you, I'm here anytime." He answered.

"What did you do to my teasing buddy? I actually missed him." I teased, finally lifting the heavy atmosphere.

"He got scared by the amount of crying you did. You got yourself here a large teddy bear giving out free hugs anyway." He motioned to himself.

I laughed. And hugged him once more, loving the feeling of him and his smell. Hugging his hoodie couldn't compare to actually having him here beside me.

"Hey Yue? You aren't wearing any jacket again." He admonished me. I smiled guiltily.

"Sorry. I forgot." I admitted.

"You know for a fact that you get cold easily. And you complain why I always fuss over you. I wouldn't have to if you're actually taking care of yourself. Where is the hoodie that I lent you anyway?" He asked me.

I had to lie once again. "Actually Dy..." I stammered in silence.

"What Yue?"

"It kinda got lost in the laundry. But I asked them to look for it. If it really got lost I will replace it. Promise! Sorry Dylan. I'M SORRY!" I brought my hands together and bowed at him.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll kneel just so you can forgive me." I begged him.

"I told you it was important to me. It was given by one of my best friends." He looked at me seriously.

"I'll replace it Dy. I promise. I already searched where I can buy it. I can even have it delivered in your room. Please forgive me?"

He sighed. "That kind of thing can't be replace. Raise you arms up." I looked at him confuse but did it anyway.

He removed his black hoodie and helped me wear it. Then he lifted up the hoodie to cover my head. He was till so serious when he tigthened the hoodie around my face and trapped my head inside. Again. I fell for it again. But I forgive him anyway since I'm the one actually lying to him for a few times now.

He laughed so hard.

"Dy! I can't breathe!" I said. That's the only time that he released me.

"That's my revenge. But don't worry, he actually gave me two of those. I have it in cream color too. But you still lost one of my precious hoodies. And now I just lent you another one." He tugged the strings once more.

"I'm really sorry Dy! I'll really make up for it. And I solemnly swear to return your hoodie back tomorrow." I raised my right hand to emphasize my point.

He ruffled my hair. "It's okay. But you have to promise to take care of yourself better, understood? I won't always be there to lend you a jacket everytime. I'll run out of my collections in no time because of you." He sighed, shaking his head.

I chuckled. "I promise Dy!" Still raising my right hand.

"So are we cool now?" I asked him.

"That depends." He said.

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on you making good on your promises." He wiggled his eyebrows. I punched his arm.

"Of course I will. Wouldn't want my buddy to ignore me again." I pouted.

"Aiyo. I actually missed our little fights." He grinned.

"Well would you look at that. I now have reasons to keep beating you up." I teased him.

"Yeah yeah. Keep saying that strong Yue Yue." He went to the other lounge. We laid down beside each other, talking under the moonlight.

"Dy?" I called him after a moment of silence.

"Did you really dreamed to be an actor?"

"No. All my life I've dreamt of becoming a basketball player. I had imagine having a career, playing my favorite sport for as long as I can. But things happened. Sometimes you get to achieve your dream, but often times you don't. And you realized it's actually an opportunity for you to dream again." He said revealing another wonderful piece of the puzzle that he is.

"What about becoming a flight attendant then?" I further asked him.

"Well that was another opportunity that has appeared for me. The one I thought I was destined with, but that path molded me to grow as a person. The Dylan before that was playing basketball wasn't really himself. I was lost that time. And when I entered the Sichuan Vocation College for Aviation, it actually opened my eyes to a whole new different world."

"So you're saying it was like a developmental stage? What about when you entered our industry?" His answers are driving out my curiosity.

"Yeah. Because if I wasn't on that place, I wouldn't have reached this path. It was through that college that they discovered this rebllious kid. I actually came to conclusion because of that. We have our dreams right? But there are times that dream actually chooses us. Because that's what I felt that time."

"I was an unexperienced kid who was thrown into this industry. It was like everything were pressing down on me. I felt like drowning especially in Super Idol. All I cared was actually surviving the show, no matter what happened after. But then it showed me that I can actually be better. People were actually noticing my work. That somehow, this kid can do something worthwhile." He said to me.

I smiled. No wonder I fell for him. He has this thoughts and understanding that makes me think he's older than he appears to be. And it amazes me everytime.

"Well you should be proud of that Dy. Because all those hardwork weren't for nothing. I'm actually excited about your career. You just have so much to offer." I said fondly.

He tapped my arm. "Ay! As if you weren't doing a great job. You're this girl who's so passionate about her work. You don't even care even if you're sick."

"Because I love what I'm doing Dy. Every minute of it inspires me. Every opportunity that wad being given to me actually humbles me. Because I didn't think I was worthy of the roles given to me. I try my best to give justice to the chance they offered." I told him.

He ruffled my hair. "And that's why you deserve whatever you have right now. I'm actually quite proud of you. Just seeing you on the sidelines, watching you work, it actually drives me to work harder. It's like you were born to be an actress." He said to me. I blushed.

"Jeez Dy. You're making me blush. I was supposed to be studying to be a teacher or a government worker you know? That's what my dad wanted for me. But just like you said, this path also chose me. So I gratefully live knowing that I get to work with so many wondeful people, while showcasing my work." I muttered.

"Well I'm glad you didn't listen to your father. Well not that it's okay but I'm really glad you didn't.

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because I wouldn't have met you. I wouldn't have seen this wonderful person showcasing her passion. I wouldn't have met a girl who's going to be one of the person I trust the most." He told me.

I smiled. "Well if it makes you feel better, I'm also glad you chose to be a flight attendant. I'm glad you accepted their offer to enter this industry. I'm happy you fought hard because just like you said. I wouldn't have met this guy. Who teases and messed with you, but actually cares so much. I wouldn't have been able to be close to this person who has so much love and talent to give." I told him back.

He raised his hand for a fistbump.

"Buddies forever." He said. I did the same and uttered, "Buddies forever."

I may have feelings for him, but I wouldn't trade this moment of late night conversations I have with him. Because here I get to know his mind and heart. And that for me is the best of both worlds. I may have somehow stolen his hoodie but he had stolen my heart.