She was obviously taken back by my comment because the next thing I knew, she got up from her chair and went into the living room, with me in tow. I was frustrated that she could avoid the issue so easily.

"Summer! Summer!" I called behind her but got no response. I reached for her arm to turn her around. "We can't avoid this forever. Something happened between us and we need to talk."

She got out of my grasp gently and she looked at me and shrugged. It was like she was either too inebriated to remember what actually happened or her feelings run deeper than what she's letting on. I crossed my arms over my chest and had a stern look on my face. I hated the tension between us and I wanted to break it. She turned around and walked to the sofa.

"There's nothing to talk about," she replied as she sat down. Not giving it a second thought, I rushed over to the sofa and sat down a few feet away from her. "Taylor, we were drunk, okay? Whatever happened between us was a mistake, and if I could take it back, I would. Satisfied?"

To be honest, I wasn't satisfied as she politely put it. Sure, it was a mistake, but when two people have sex, it has to have some meaning, even if there is just a little one. There is meaningless sex, but why have it if you're just going to regret it later on? Yes, we were drunk, but that's no excuse to dismiss the issue at hand. It was then that Summer looked at me.

"I would be lying if I said the sex wasn't incredible," she replied with a smile. "Because, it was. I don't have to be drunk to know that. But, we both have boyfriends who we both love and I just think if we pretend nothing happened, then it'll just blow over."

I pursed my lips and nodded as a moved an inch closer. Not the best move, but I wanted her to know that I was willing to work this out.

"Blow over?" I found myself asking as I kept eye contact. "You can't seriously think this will blow over anytime soon, especially if we keep each other at arms length like this. I don't wanna lose you as a friend so please talk to me about..."

"...About what?" she interjected standing up hastily. "What do you want me to say, Taylor, huh? How one night can ruin a few years? I am so in love with Seth and you are with Ryan, I know this, so even if we do talk about it, what will that achieve?"

I saw her face flush and some tears streaming down her face. She quickly wiped them as I just sat there, speechless. She was right, to an extent. It wouldn't really achieve anything, but just us relaying about how guilty we feel about the whole night. I know I did and Summer did, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something.

"Oh, Summer, I..." I trailed off bowing my head down trying to find the right words. I looked up at her again and nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, but I don't want one night to ruin our friendship either. You're my best friend, Summer Roberts, and to lose that, I'd be lost."

She plopped back down on the couch and looked back at me. Her eyes were calm and warm and if my eyes didn't deceive me, I think I saw a weak smile creep across her face.

"When Marissa died," she began. "I wasn't sure if I would ever find another friend. But, you were there for me. I guess, you always were, even when I was such a bitch to you..."

We both giggled at that comment because it was true and I started to remember all those times when she'd say bad things to me, but I swore that one day, we'd be friends.

"...You filled that void for me," she replied. "Not as a replacement Marissa, of course, but as Taylor Townsend. You were always yourself and didn't care what anyone else thought. I admired that. I admit, it took me awhile, but I warmed up to you."

We exchanged more looks and while there were a few moments of silence, it wasn't as awkward as it was earlier. I really mean that much to her? She's always been the same for me. A constant. Someone I could turn to in a time of need.

"Then why can't you talk to me?" I asked. "This affects me too and if I mean that much to you like you say, then please talk to me. If not for me, then for your own peace of mind." I pleaded.

She immediately shook her head and looked at me. I know how hard it is for her because she has been with Seth for longer than I've been with Ryan, but even though my relationship with Ryan was relatively new, I wanted to try and not ruin it, but sometimes to talk about something, you have to sacrifice something else in order to do that.

"Sorry Taylor," she replied. "I just can't. Not right now. You have to understand."

I tried to, I really did, but I was not gonna let this go that easily. I wanted to sort this out before I left for the diner to meet Ryan.

"You know I can't," I replied smoothing down my hair. "Talking is the best thing to do in situations like this, so if you can't open up to your best friend, who can you open up to?"

She avoided eye contact with me and crossed her legs and moved her head slightly as if she was positioning herself to a good position.

"Even if your best friend is the one you slept with?" she asked.

I actually never thought she would ever ask that, but that is exactly what I meant so she guessed right.

"Mmhmm," I replied simply with a simple nod of my head. It made it a whole lot easier if she would just talk to me like a friend, not a one night stand. "I won't get angry or sad, but just tell me, please." I added with a smile.

Summer looked at me again and reached for my hand. It was then that I felt something. Nothing bad, but nothing good either.

"Okay," she replied. "This isn't gonna get any easier, so I may as well tell you."

She took a few deep breaths, squeezing my hand tightly before continuing.

"That night," she started. "I felt different. Like nothing I had ever felt before. Not even with Cohen."

She looked down at our interlocked hands and took her hand away abruptly. I wouldn't blame her, but it was nice that she did it though.

"Continue Summer." I prodded, waiting for her to say something else.

After exchanging a glance, she nodded.

"It felt right with you," she replied sounding ashamed. "That might sound perverted and I mean no disrespect to Seth, but it was the most sensual thing I have ever experienced. You knew the right spots to touch and we had never had sex with each other before. It was my first time all over again."

She stopped right there and I was gobsmacked. I couldn't believe what she was saying. Was she...falling for me? No, wait, she was just talking about the sex, that's it.

"So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I'm not sure where my heart lies," she replied. "While I love Seth, I love you too."