So there we were; Imogen and I closer than anyone could ever be to a person. Time passed, and before you knew it, three whole months had gone by with nothing but us two, being inseparable from each other. The school year continued to go on, and Imogen and I only continued to have fun together. She was so funny, and quirky, and as time passed I found myself thinking about her more often. I wondered about this though. Why was I thinking about her often? Did she have that much of an effect on me?

The sleepovers became more frequent. One weekend, I'd be at her house, and the next weekend, she'd be at my condo. We'd even sleep in the same bed. This of course, didn't bother me, because I felt that Imogen didn't mind. "So what are your plans for this weekend?" Imogen asked me teasingly, knowing all too well that she would be coming over to my condo. I sighed playfully as I forked some of my salad and put some of it into my mouth. The lunch at school was surprisingly quiet today.

I looked up with my blue eyes only to be blinded by Imogen's smile. I couldn't help but to smile back. "Oh I don't know..." I teased. "I was thinking about having a sleepover with this pretty awesome girl that I know." I added and Imogen's smile widened. We always messed with each other like this, but it was all in good fun. In fact, I think Imogen really liked it.

"Oh yeah?" She retorted, feigning slight jelousy. "Do I know this girl?" Imogen asked and I couldn't help but laugh. Would this be considered flirting? We did it all the time and I was never really sure. Hell, after all, I had never been the one to flirt with someone. I don't know, and at this point, frankly, I couldn't care less. I felt a strong connection with Imogen, but I didn't know how she felt about me.

"I don't think so." I replied. "But she is pretty awesome."

"Oh Fi." Imogen laughed, and I noticed that she was done with her food.

"Do you want me to throw that away for you?" I asked and she nodded.

"Thank you." Imogen said and I grabbed all of our table trash and got up to throw it away. Turning around, I saw Imogen's bright smile again and it made me smile too. Something about her mere presence just made me happy, and I couldn't help but get butterflies. I didn't know why she made me so nervous, but I loved it. The butterflies were always a good thing when it came to her. "Welcome back Fions." Imogen greeted as I sat back down. I then saw that she had a sketch book.

"You draw?" I asked, a little surprised because we had been practically inseparable over the past months and I hadn't discovered this about her yet.

"It's my favorite thing to do." She answered. "Want to see?" She asked and I nodded.

"Of course." She then handed the sketch pad to me, and I flipped through the shaded pages, admiring her work. Imogen drew all kinds of stuff. Models, clothes, the outdoors... It was no surprise that she was an artsy person though. I saw that coming if I was being honest with myself.

"Wow, Immy. This is beautiful." I said at a loss for words.

"I could draw you... If you want?" She offered and I looked up to see a rising blush on her hollow cheeks. She was blushing?

"I'd like that." I said with a smile, and just then the bell rung signaling us to go to our classes. I got up, pushed in my chair, and Imogen gave me a hug. This was my favorite part of the day. Just because I got to hug her. It was just the way her body fit so perfectly with mine. I know it only lasted about a millisecond, but I didn't care.

"I love your hugs!" She laughed as we spun around.

"Me too!" I said with a laugh.

"So I'll see you after school?" She asked me.

"Meet you at your locker." I said with confidence and we parted. She was going to Algebra, and I was going to my art class. My butterflies didn't go away until art was over. I just couldn't stop thinking about Imogen. Later, when school was over, I did as I promised and I met Imogen at her locker.

"Any homework?" She asked me as soon as I approached.

"I don't think so." I said and she smiled.

"Me either. More time for us to spend together." She added with a blush, which I though was really cute. God, she was adorable. She then shut her locker and grabbed my hand, which took me by surprise. "Is this okay?" She asked and I was confused as to why she was asking.

"Uh, yeah sure." I said and we were on our way to my condo. We decided to walk instead of taking a cab, and Imogen held my hand the whole time. Finally, we were there and I unlocked the condo door with ease. "So... I think I'll take you up on that drawing now." I said with a smile and Imogen smiled back.

"Really?" She asked excitedly.

"Just let me go put something nice on." I said with a smile.

"I love dress up!" Imogen yelled and she grabbed my hand and we ran back to my bedroom.

"Slow down!"

She began to draw me, and it was quite the experience. "Fi! Hold still!" Imogen yelled to me.

"I'm sorry my nose itches!" I said with a laugh. Imogen could only laugh too as she began painting the canvas again. I was wearing an elegant dress and had been in the same pose for almost two hours now. I was hoping that maybe she'd be able to speed it up a little, because I wasn't too good at sitting still for long periods of time.

"I'm almost done anyway." Imogen replied as she continued painting.

"Please hurry Immy." I begged.

"Can't rush perfection." Imogen sang and I sighed.

"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother." I teased and we both laughed. I couldn't help but to notice how cute Imogen looked as she concentrated on her painting.

"Oh hush." Imogen said. "And I'm done!" She exclaimed and I clapped in excitement.

"Let me see!" I yelled as I tried to run in my too high heels. Imogen then turned the painting around so I could take a peak. Suddenly, I gasped and was at a loss for words. The painting was indescribable as it showed me sitting on an elegant looking chair with my long legs stretched out. My back was arched almost perfectly, and my long neck was craned out so that my brunette hair splayed down my back. "Immy, you made me look beautiful." I said in awe.

"You are beautiful Fions." Imogen answered with a smile. In that moment, I had no idea what came over me as I got closer to my best friend and I kissed her. It wasn't like a hot and heavy kiss, just a simple peck. But I know it took Imogen by surprise, because she gasped.

"Imogen, I'm so sorry." I said as I covered up my mouth. I had no idea what was going to happen now.

"I think I should go Fiona..." She replied as she hurriedly left, leaving all of her stuff in the condo.

"Immy wait!" I called out but she was already gone. Only one thought floated around in my head at that moment: I fell in love with my best friend, and I had no idea where we stood now.