Author's Note: Thanks tones to LostForeverInHisEyes for the reviews!

Disclaimer: Still. Not. Mine.

I try.

God do I try so hard to make him see me in a different way. There was this one time, this once when I went out and got hair extensions, just because I thought he may like me. Everyone commented on how much better I looked with long hair, but Eric didn't. He just smirked and nodded at me before turning back to the computer. I could have thumped him then and there.

A week later I was back to having my shoulder length, over frizzy hair. Although, I am getting better at managing it.
He then told me that he liked the shoulder look on me and that maybe I should try some sort of balm in my hair to make it better. I didn't even bother to ask how he knew that.

I asked him to meet me at the pier. Our pier. The pier we went to when we first were introduced to each other.
But, I had a text from him to saying that he couldn't; he was invited for a drink with Nell. I silently seethed, I was actually kinda pissed. But hey, what can I do about it. I turned on my heel and began to walk home; my hair frizzy, my make-up sort of running down my face as the heavens open up and start to drench me. God, as if my night can't get any worse.

I trudged though the office; my head low, hair tied back in a frizzy braid, my black ballet shoes dragging along the floor. I slowly walked up the ops room and sat down at the computer; my head falling into my hands.
Eric asks me if I had a late night; he wouldn't know, he was too busy out with Nell. I wonder what I should tell him; if I should tell him that I'm crazy about him. That he's the only one in the world that I would even look at twice.

I used to wish that things were so much simpler then this. That I wasn't in too deep with the blonde haired man, that I wasn't crazy on love with him, that I could easily walk away from the job at the end of the day, that I could easily walk away from him. But, as the months turned into years, walking away started to get harder and harder for me. It was like he was suffocating me.

He once told me that we'll remain best friends, that he will always come to me when he has girl problems and vice versa. But, my problem is that I don't have any guy problems, well, I suppose I do. But my only problem is with him. Because he is my problem. Nothing sucks more then being in love with your best friend.

I watch as Nell walks into the office with a large smile and waves to Eric and me; I can't help but watch the interaction between her and him; it almost breaks my heart; but I don't let it. Because I know if I do, then it won't get mended as easily.
Eric flicks my ear and I slap his face gently; it's the usual banter like this which gives me hope that maybe he really does recouperate my feelings.

Sometimes he looks at me and it's like he's almost afraid of me. Afraid of the things that we do; the playful bickering, the play fighting. Sometimes I swear, when I put my hand on his chest to push him, I can feel his heart beat so much faster then it should be. But maybe that's my imagination. Maybe it's my mind hoping for something that isn't there.

There was a time; it seems like such a long time ago now; but there was once a time when the thought of falling in love with Eric would make her laugh, it would make her laugh to an extent that she once fell over and hit the back of her head on the pool table. (Or was that when Nate crashed a car in the carpark?)

Anyway, but slowly, I started to notice the little things about him; the way tapped his fingers on the keyboard when he gets nervous; that his most hated food is Thai, or that whenever I call, no matter what the time; he would always be on my doorstep exactly five minutes later.

I suppose it's the little things that make me love him; the small glances, the way he would make me laugh.

He's my best friend.

God; this is going to be harder then anything.