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this is all from sophies POV,i tried to write it like a diary. its my first time writing in this narrative (is that even what you call it ?) so go easy on me :)

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I snapped my mouth shut so hard it hurt. I couldn't deny it to myself any longer; I liked Peter more than a friend, I have done for years.

"Soph!" he was staring at me with concern. I had zoned out, again.

"Sorry Peter." I shook my head, focusing all my attention on him. He had obviously been speaking, but I hadn't been listening. How rude of me.

"You were spaced out, again. Are you okay?"

Great. Now he thought something was bothering me. I couldn't tell him, because he was my problem… my yummy, sweet problem.

I am so mixed-up. It was moments like this I wished I had made some friends who were girls in high school, instead of hanging out with guys all the time. I don't know, I just feel more comfortable around guys. They're comfortable around me too. I'm never the girlfriend, just the girl who guys are friends with.

Peter was staring again.

"You're becoming as dreamy as I am." He laughed, that adorable smile I love appeared out of nowhere. It was my favourite smile in the whole entire world. Slanting upwards slightly, almost a grin but not quite, it was adorable. Nobody else could copy his smile.

Peter had always been dreamy, and he was right, I was becoming increasingly dreamy.

"So, um, hurry up so we can catch Gabriel before he goes off to work." I was suddenly desperate to change the subject. I hated being centre of attention at the best of times, but when Peter put me in the spotlight (which he did often) I hated it. i felt so insecure,like i wasn't good enough for him or something. He didn't make me feel like that,it was just me being me.

Peter had a way of just knowing people,their emotions,their actions...even what they were thinking sometimes. which i have to admit,when he 'read' my mind,it freaked me out a little at how accurate he was. I guess he's just filled with empathy; another reason I loved him so much. Even if i can hide how I truly feel from everyone else, I can never hide anything from Peter. Never. So, sooner or later, he would find out how I felt about him. Then I don't know what would happen. I did know I would rather have Peter in my life than not all, but if he knew how I felt, it wouldn't the same easy friendship we had right now.

"Okay, bossy boots." Bossy boots? Must be a new nickname for me. He was always coming up with nicknames for me. The oldest one 'Soph,' had sticked. But the rest had disappeared almost as fast as he had thought of them. I was never imaginative enough to come up with any for him. I knew his brother called him 'Pete' sometimes, but that was it. The rest of time he's known as Peter. Honestly, I really wonder what attracted Peter to me in the first place (as a friend remember, nothing more.)

In high school (yes, I know I keep referring back to that place. and I know I use brackets too much as well, but oh well.) he could have had his pick of girls, or boys. Whether he was a friend to them, or if he went further than that, I'm still confused as to why he chose plain old me. Because being friends with me, his popularity dropped severely. He was no longer intriguing. Kids lost interest and soon he was just Peter. He had never been just Peter to me. The day I met him I was transfixed. (you'll come to learn that I'm very cheesy. I can say some things that would make most people cringe. What can I say; I'm a hopeless romantic.)

"How's the book going?" For a second time that day, I slammed the laptop shut. This time however, it almost did break. Peter had been exaggerating last time,another thing he does often.

"Wow. Hey, you ain't getting another one of those," He was teasing me, but I wasn't in the mood anymore. I was angry with him, he could of read my 'story,' when I told him not to. I knew it wasn't his fault, I was more angry at myself, but the damage was done now.

"Lets go." I could sense the hurt in his voice. I had hurt him, but I didn't mean to. Why was I so stupid?

"Yeah, sure." I grabbed my bag and he locked the door. I worried that this was going to be awkward again. I breathed a sigh of relief when we got into the car and he started talking again. We never fall out for more than an hour. I usually give in cause I can't refuse those puppy dog eyes of his, and he was simply too nice a person to hold a grudge.

Gabriel's apartment wasn't far. Yes, he lives in an apartment too, we all do. It was a city after all, and even though we would eventually have great careers, we didn't have them yet. We were a bit short for cash. That was why we shared our money, me, Gabriel and Peter. If one of us needed money for rent, or food, or whatever, we would give it to them. This system, if that's what you want to call it, worked. Of course, it only applied to the essential things in life. If I needed new clothes, but had no money for them, I wouldn't go asking Peter or Gabriel. Again, I wish I had more friends who were girls, or even just one. We could of shared clothes with each other. Not that they would want to wear mine though. I had a very boyish style. At work, I was the perfect,professional, working woman. I wore a suit and everything. I'm in a rather low payed office job, but I work hard, and hope one day I will get a promotion, so that means looking good as well. Jeez, I do get sidetracked, sorry. Lets just say I have a unique way of dressing.

"We're here," he announced loudly. I was surprised. Peter hadn't spoken a word the whole way, not like I had noticed because I was daydreaming, again. I knew he already thought something was up, but now his concern grew. I could tell by my years of studying his behaviour that he was silently observing me as we walked into Gabriel's flat-block. I was nowhere near as good at analysing people as Peter was, but I knew him.

He knocked on Gabriel's door one to many times. I had to grab his wrist to restrain him from knocking any more.

"Peter, give him a chance to get to the door".

i spoke quite harshly, but if he picked up on it, it didn't show. A stupid smile was plastered across his face; he was excited all of a sudden. I felt a twang of jealousy wash over me. But why was I jealous? Gabriel and Peter are just friends. Aren't they?

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