We're lying in bed one night when Quinn finally answers the question that has been on my mind the whole summer.

"I knew you were smart and quiet." That's what everybody knows me. "I knew you wouldn't ask a million questions and get in the way."

Those are her reasons? But what did I expect?

After a few minutes of silence, Quinn speaks again. "And I liked the way you smiled; I still do. And I like that purple T-shirt you always wore."

Luckily, we both have our eyes on the ceiling, or it would have been difficult for me to hide the blush on my cheeks.

I knew Quinn likes me. As a friend. And I really like her back. Who wouldn't? Sometimes, when we're in town, I would notice people staring and I'd remember that Quinn is beautiful. Not that I ever forget, but every time I do, I feel like the luckiest person on earth. I was the chosen one. The prettiest girl I've ever known chose me, among all people, to be her friend.

I feel Quinn shift her position. When I turn to face her, I see her facing me. She smiles, kisses my cheek, wraps an arm around me, kisses my neck, buries her face in my neck, and almost whispers, "Good night, San."

I had to ignore my heart that's going a hundred beats per second, and thumping so loud I'd be surprised if Quinn didn't hear it to fall asleep almost an hour later, after shrugging away the question I've avoided for the last few days.

Am I falling in love?

I squint my eyes as the light from the lampshade beside Quinn's side of the bed awakes me. I rub my eyes and see Quinn sitting up, writing in a blue book.

Wait a minute…

"Hey! You kept it," I murmur.

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry. Did I wake you? I'm just gonna turn this off."

"No, no. It's okay," I protest. "That book you're writing on. I gave that to you as a birthday present."

"Oh. Yeah. This is actually one of the few gifts I use and appreciate, so…" Then Quinn pauses, tilts her head to the right, and snaps her head to look at me. "Hey. Speaking of birthdays, it's your birthday tomorrow, right?"

She knows?

"Yep. I'm turning fifteen. Yay," I reply in a monotonous voice.

"Wow. I can hear the enthusiasm in your voice, alright," Quinn comments. "It's kind of hard for me to believe that you're older than me."

"The difference between our ages is just five months, you know."

"That's a long time, mind you. Mean, look at this summer! I feel like I've been with you for like, forever, but it has only been two weeks since you've left with me!"

Forever? Oh, how I wish…

"What are you writing?"

"Random things. Random thoughts. I don't know. Whatever comes to mind…"

"Hm… Let me try again. What are you writing now?"

"Well… I'm writing about you."

I snap my head towards her as I sit up.

"About me?"

"Yeah… That's what I said." Quinn's eyes never leaves her book.

"Should I be worried?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

"You're not writing anything bad about me?"

"No."

"Promise?"

"Yes."

"Should I believe you?"

"Yes."

"Must I really?"

"Yes."

"But… You sure everything there's positive?"

"No."

"I knew it. You were lying the entire time!"

"…No."

"So you were just kidding?"

"Yes."

"…About which? Writing bad things? Or not writing bad things?"

"Yes, no."

"So everything you wrote… are writing there about me is nice?"

"Yes."

"Aww. You must love me."

"Yes."

"Awwwwwwww. Love you too."

"Well, not really."

"Huh?"

"I mean writing only good things about you. It's not on purpose."

"… Huh?"

"I would have written something not so nice about you… If only I could think of one."

"Mmm… Thanks, I guess." My heart's pounding. God, please don't let Quinn hear.

She snaps her book shut and places it on the side drawer. "We should get some sleep."

"What time is it anyway?"

"Around four."

"And how long have you been awake?"

"I started writing somewhere around two."

"Mmm." I slip back under the covers as Quinn wraps an arm around me.

"Mornight, S."

"Mmm."

Back to the question earlier.

Maybe I am. I hope not, but… Maybe. Just maybe…