Junior's POV

I knew Dave was right. My wifeycakes would never leave me, even if I confessed my actual love for her. Of course I always told wifey I loved her, but she didn't know it meant that I loved her and that I was in love with her. I couldn't deny that I felt the love sparks when she planted that kiss on me just a few months ago. I felt them even more when we hooked up. Hell I pretty much felt them everyday. Amy and I were inseparable 24/7, even moreso when Randy broke her heart. I was actually bummed when they made up and, even worse, confessed their love for each other. I knew I could win Amy if it was between myself and Matt, but against Randy? I knew no girl with a pulse would pick me over him, not even wifey.

"Ted go tell her" Dave bellowed, interrupting my thoughts.

"I'm going. I'm going" I said as I stood up. I took a deep breath when I got to the door of the room I was sharing with the wifeycakes. This was it and I knew it. I was preparing myself for every scenario possible: one would be she feels the same; two would be she tells me to GTFO and we're not friends anymore; or three she doesn't feel the same way, but she still wants me to be her number two. I hoped to hell it would be scenario one, but I wasn't holding my breath. I always knew what to expect with her. After all, she's my best friend. But this time I don't and I'm scared.

Right when I walked in, Amy was coming out of the bathroom in a towel. I swear to god she has to be one of the hottest chicks I've ever had the privilege of seeing naked in my LIFE. And I love the hell out of her little attitude. She doesn't take anyone's shit and I love her for it. I just stood there and stared at her. How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on confessing my undying love when she's practically butt naked? GOD DAMN!

"May I help you, Junior?" she asked me.

"Ohh yes you can" I said as I wrapped my arms around her. "You can drop that towel and we can get BUSY."

"Oh gag me" Amy said with a roll of her eyes. "You come up with the worst lines ever."

"Then why do you laugh at them?" I asked her curiously.

"Because I feel sorry for you" she said with a laugh. I gave her my best pout. I knew that would work. It ALWAYS did. "Damn your pout, Junior. It's so sad…and sexy! I hate you. It's my kryptonite."

"I know" I said as I sat down on the bed. "Wifey can I talk to you about something?"

Amy had a look of concerned draped across her gorgeous face as she finished getting dressed. I love how my wifey is so caring and sympathetic, but a total bitch at the same time. If I need backup in a fight, I know she'll be the first one to jump in. Hell, she'll probably clean house! But I know if something is bothering me, I can talk to her too. I love that balance.

"What's wrong Junior?" Amy asked as she put her hand on top of mine.

"Well nothing is wrong persay, but I need to talk to you about something important."

"Junior us having sex is not important" she said with a laugh. She continued to laugh too.

"Wifey I'm serious."

Her laughing ceased immediately and she looked at me, completely terrified and unsure. I don't like that look. Oh god is this going to blow up in my face? Well here we go.

"Junior….what's wrong?"

"Well wifey" I sighed as I put my hand on hers. "You know you're my best friend. And uh...well…I sorta…"

"What Junior?"

"I sorta….fell in love with you."

Amy sat there and stared…and stared…and stared. Oh god she isn't say shit! What the hell have I done? She's staring at me completely dumbfounded. I've never seen this look on her face the entire time we've been best friends. And it's scaring the fuck out of me. I don't like this.

"Amy please say something. ANYTHING. Tell me I'm dumb! I don't care. Just say something" I pleaded. Amy just continued to sit there and stare at me. Did I have something on my face? Amy shifted her gaze to her hands, then the floor, and then she looked at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers. I want to melt into the floor.

"Wow Junior. I really don't know what to say. I dunno if I feel the same way you do. I've never really thought about it I guess. But I do care about you a shitload. You're my number two. I just need time to think about it okay? I'm not going anywhere, though. You're still my roommate, whether you like it or not" she said as she stuck out her tongue at me.

Okay so that didn't go exactly the way I wanted, but hey she said she's going to think about it at least.

"I respect that wifey. And just so you know, you're never getting rid of me as your roomie. I'm the sexiest one in this group" I chuckled.

"Oh please" she said with a scoff and a roll of her eyes. "You're the biggest DOUCHE in the group. And you smell."

"I do not bitch."

"Do too asshole."

"Oh wifey."

"Oh Junior."

"I uh….."

"Junior you can still tell me you love me. It's okay." Did I mention that I think Amy is the greatest woman on the planet? I love how she can read my mind.

"I love you, wifey."

"I love you too, Junior even if you are a TOTAL, and I mean TOTAL, dumbass."

"You're such a feisty woman. I love it."

I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders now that I've told my wifey how I felt about her. I just hoped she'd eventually return the same feelings I had for her, even if it meant Randy was going to kill me for it. I'd die a happy man knowing my wifey LOVED me. Even if she doesn't though, I'll always be her best friend. But man. I just hope to god she doesn't tell Randy. I can only imagine what he would do. Oh geez.

Little did either one of us know that Amy had accidentally "butt dialed" Randy and he had heard everything I just told her.