I stared at the slip of paper I'd just received in my locker.

I trust that you will always make the right decision.

It filled my heart with reassurance and confidence. But what was the right decision? And the right decision for what?

All of a sudden, memories from yesterday broke through the dam I'd built around it and came flooding back.

We stood in silence for a bit. Well, they stood while Keefe and I practically straddled one another.

Finally, Biana broke the silence, her voice cracking as she spoke, "Hey," she swallowed, "Sophie… Keefe…" She looked between us. "What… what have you guys been up to?"

"I- uh- hi, there. We- I didn't know you would- were going to be here."

"Oh," she sniffed, "so if you did know, you wouldn't go behind our backs and-"

"We aren't doing anything behind your backs!"

Fitz snorted. I knew he was easily angered, and though it frustrated me to no ends when he was, it was one of his few flaws that built up his character and made him even more perfect. "So what were you guys doing?"

I blushed, "Certainly not what you guys were thinking!"

"And how do you know what we're thinking? Huh?"

He glared at me as I crossed my arms and returned the nasty look.

Keefe stepped between us, "Now, now girls, Sophie and I were just-"

And then Biana ran out of the room in tears. Keefe gave me a hopeless look and I jutted my chin out slightly in a gesture to go after her. He nodded and ran out of my room.

It was just me and Fitz. I so wanted to tell him it wasn't what it looked like, that we were just teasing and it led to poking and tickling. But what if he asked what we were teasing each other about? Maybe he wouldn't have asked, but what if he did? Then what would I have done?

We stared at each other for a few seconds before he sighed and walked off, "Bye, Sophie."

I hadn't spoken to either of them since. I mean, it was only yesterday and most of our conflicts are always resolved within a few days to a few weeks, but it was still nerve-wracking for me every time I passed them in the halls and they walked right by. I sighed as I tugged out an eyelash, adding it to my growing pile. When had the weird, brainiac, nobody Sophie Foster begin to develop friendship problems? As far as anyone was concerned, she didn't. She was still the shy girl who had skipped to twelfth grade while still supposed to be in seventh. She was the girl living in an orphanage where the kind workers cared for her. She was the girl with no real family. No money, no status, no friends. Sophie Foster had nothing.

And now? Even after this makeover of hers, Sophie Foster was still a nobody.

I buried my face in my hands.

A nobody.

I trust that you will always make the right decision.

The right decision. What could that possibly mean? I couldn't, for the life of me, tell who had been giving me these notes. To make things even easier, the person who made her day hadn't even been writing the notes by hand. They were printed out, leaving no trace of who did so. I groaned as I slammed my head against my locker; immediately regretting the decision after a burning pain struck through my head. I hissed as I clutched my head, running my hands through my hair, dragging my hands down and holding my neck. I groaned as I brought my knees in from my awkward straddle-like position and buried my head.

What was wrong with me?

I reflected on my behavior over the course of the past few days during my classes while I was day-dreaming and I had arrived to the conclusion that I had been being incredibly stup¡d. It was my fault for being like Jolie and it wasn't my parents' fault that they couldn't stand the similarities. It wasn't my friends' faults in any way, in fact, I'd been taking all of my frustration out on them. My heart sank. I was such a horrible friend. I didn't deserve them.

But I had to make it up to them.

I was still at school. Four hours after we were dismissed and I was still there. I had a pencil in my mouth, tens of paper balls in my feet, and no idea yet. I was pacing the halls, my footsteps echoing through the halls. And then I heard a small groan. It didn't sound like one of pain. Maybe one of frustration, exasperation… amusement? I walked quietly toward the end of the hall where I saw a female figure pushing a male up against the wall. It wasn't my problem, not really, so I really didn't care what that couple was doing, unless they ended up bothering me somehow. And then the female moved her head to the crook of the male's neck and I was bothered. I was very bothered.

Maybe it was because Keefe was like a brother to me and Biana was like a sister to me, but the sight of the two was sickening. But, I couldn't bring myself to tear my eyes away from the scene and the longer I stared, the less the groans sounded of amusement and more of boredom, the girl's head looked less like she was positioning it to give him a hickey, but as if she were sobbing on his shoulder.

It's not your business. Just leave and let them be. This isn't any of your business. I faltered, hesitated, second guessed myself but decided anyway that I'd still listen.

"Biana…" Keefe was using his soothing voice that he rarely used because of his silly nature. Biana clutched his shirt harder and he gave a light moan. "Biana…" She shook her head and said something. He leaned down, and I assumed he asked 'what' because he whispered it so lovingly and quiet into her ear, so I couldn't hear. She looked up.

"I miss Sophie…"

"It's not your fault."

"But I can't help that it is. And I won't know if it is or not because you won't tell me what happened yesterday other than that she needed help and you tickled her to cheer her up!" I was touched that Keefe hadn't told her what happened. Even though it wasn't much of a private conversation, he was careful enough to not reveal anything I may be uncomfortable with others knowing.

"Nothing bad happened…" He cupped her face in his hands and dragged his thumb across her cheek. "Don't cry…"

I decided, when she leaned in and he brought her face closer to his, that it was time for me to stop intruding on them.

I was sitting by the cliff again. I, myself, was hanging on the edge. Not literally, but, I felt like I was on the verge of… of something. I felt like I was sitting on the edge of a cliff, not sure if I wanted to turn back and walk back the long, hard path to safety, or if I wanted to finish what I started and jump off the cliff.

When I blinked out of my daze, I was standing, staring out at the ocean. It was so beautiful. One day, I was going to travel the world.

"SOPHIE!"

"I wasn't going to jump."

"I know that, but you still scared me!"

I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes as I pulled his cape closer around me. "Here, drink some hot chocolate." I took it out of his hands muttering a 'thanks'. "But, be more careful, okay?"

I nodded.

"Good." There was a moments lapse before he knelt down and wrapped me in his arms. He smells nice. "Don't ever do that again, Sophie."

"I wasn't going to jump," I mumbled into his shoulder, a smile involuntarily spreading across my face Stop. He doesn't even like you that way. That way. He doesn't like you. That way. He- he doesn't like me at all.

But, I did enjoy his hugs. So maybe just for a little longer, I'll let him hold me.

I woke up again that fluffy mass of heavenly smelling… fluff, that I was soon getting closely acquainted with.

I inhaled deeply. "Smells… nice." The fluffy… blanket, possibly, rumbled, moving up and down and I groaned. "Stop… don't… Fluffy, don't move."

It moved at quicker, and then I heard breathing, a deep laugh, and the velvet, smooth, accented voice of- "Last I checked, my name was Fitz."

I jumped, "Um, hey, Fuzzy- Fitz… Hey… Fitz." I cleared my throat awkwardly as I watched him laugh.

His head was thrown back, soft lips spread wide to show gleaming white teeth. His twinkling teal eyes were small but glinted with amusement as he now attempted to stifle his chuckles, his toned chest rising and falling, strong arms reaching over to pat me on the head.

I closed my eyes as I reveled in the feeling of his large, warm hand on my head. A soft smile spread across my face and Fitz chuckled again. I opened my eyes as he smiled at me, "You're like a dog. Just like Iggy." I decided to humor him as I moved my head up into his hand and began to thump my leg when he responded by soothing me. He laughed louder and I joined in.

He wrapped me in a hug suddenly, my breath catching in my throat in surprise. "Sophie… you know you're loved right?"

Not this again. "Yeah," I mumbled into his shoulder.

"You know I love you, right?"