Alright, I know it's been a while, but...Okay, I have no excuse, but I have been thinking. That's an excuse, right? Yeah, i know it's not, but I have tried. I am trying. As we speak. I am typing the next chapter. I like it. So far. But who knows, things will probably change. I'll hate it tomorrow. Or, I'll still love it. Who knows? But, I have an amazing idea...Read and find out....

"Can we talk?" I asked Seth after the 'big day' had occurred. Taylor had her way with him and I didn't want to let it go right then and there. Taylor would tell me what I wanted to hear, whether it happened or not.

"Sure."

I felt bad, taking him out of lunch, but we didn't have any other classes together, no other time to talk. I wasn't sure how attentive he'd be. Usually he played either basketball or football with his friends after lunch.

As soon as we were safely out of earshot of anyone I sat down on a bench.

Seth's eyes were as big and brown as ever. He looked scared. "Yes…"

I didn't know how to deliver bad news or start a serious conversation. I was really bad at it and it usually involved me saying "I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it…" which never was the smoothest or emotion-filled starter, but I didn't know any other way to begin. This wasn't bad news, although it could be.

"You know what Taylor said this morning?" Here goes nothing.

He looked down at the concrete sidewalk out of school; maybe realizing what this was coming to. "Yeah."

"So…?" I wanted him to do the talking. I didn't know what to say, yet again.

"So what?" He shrugged his shoulders. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"So… what do you think?" I closed my eyes, which were already pretty much on the ground, and waited for the worst.

"Okay."

I shot my eyes back up and rubbed my lips together. Guess I'll have to do the talking and lay myself out on the line for him. Nothing new. "This is what I wanted to talk about and I know you don't. I don't like serious conversations, and I'm assuming you don't either so I'll make this as short as I can so you can get back to your friends and go play football, but I have to say something. We're friends. I know that. We're clones for goodness sake, but I like you, there I said it. I like you. I don't know why, well I do, but I'm not going to go into that right now. You don't have to say anything and I know I'm probably rambling on faster than you can soak any of this in, but I can't hold it any more. I want to still stay friends if you don't like me the same way. Now I know telling you that I like you is probably going to ruin our friendship and you're probably not hearing any of this, but I want us to still be friends, even if we can't be more. The last thing I want is for us to be all weird now, you know? Unless you like me then that's a different story. But you don't, so...I don't know. But I had to do something, say something so I didn't leave this off with Taylor telling you how I felt. I didn't want to tell you because I was scared, scared silly. I thought that'd be the end of our friendship, the end of our clone-ism. Now I don't want you to feel obligated to say you like me too, unless you really do.

"Taylor was right, mostly because that's the same speech I gave her at two in the morning about Edward, but her situation was different, that's another story. She's right, I may not be here tomorrow, not because I am being tracked, but because some freak accident might occur, and a meteor hit my house and BOOM, I'm gone. I don't want to have regrets. I don't want to think, 'what if'. We could work. At least that's what I believe. I mean we get along, and we have fun. What else do you need? There's probably a whole lot more, but I'm cramming so I don't waste your afternoon. I mean I have a lot to say, but that'd take a whole novel." I took a breath, I was becoming dizzy. I ran through the list I had in my head of things I wanted to cover. "I think I'm done."

It appeared it took Seth a little while to process everything. I didn't blame him. I pretty much took my whole head, full of ideas, and dumped them on his unsuspecting shoulders.

The suspense was killing me. Please, please tell me I actually said something and it wasn't all in my head. This was the speech. The speech. I rehearsed it, not really, but I had all the ideas in order, and I didn't even say it? I croaked? I croaked. Great, I clammed up and shut tight like a bar at six AM. "So…"

Seth laughed. Not a chuckle, hysterics, almost to the point of tears.

I rolled my eyes to myself. Yep, that's good Misty, now he really think you're a nutcase.

Seth stopped for a moment. "You say that a lot." He smiled, which comforted me somewhat. How could it not?

I subconsciously smiled and looked down. So cliché. "What? Oh, so…Yeah. It's a habit, sorry." What am I apologizing for? Yes it is a habit, but what can I do?

"No, don't apologize, I find it quite amusing." He chuckled again. His dimples showed, brighter than ever. Maybe it was because I was looking?

I couldn't say sorry again. I had nothing to be sorry for. My usual response was a given, but I wanted something new, fresh, but I wanted to get back on topic. "S—What about what I said? Did you process it?" I smiled, trying to hide my almost mishap.

"I processed it."

You know you can answer with more than one sentence. Elaboration is key. Elaboration is what I want. I don't want to have to hold your hand through everything, unless you want, then in that case… "And…"

"You leave a lot of dot dot dot's on the end, too. Hey that rhymed." Seth was amused at his own poetry, although I didn't see the rhyme. Whatever.

"Yeah, another habit." I again admitted. Come on! Stop beating around the bush. Get to the point. Do you like me or not?

"What do you want to know?" Seth was as chipper as if I hadn't said a thing, as if it didn't affect him.

"What you think."

"About…?"

"And you say I leave dot dot dot's. I want to know about what you think about what I said." I urged. The anxiety was probably evident in my voice.

"You want to know whether I like you or not?"

Well that's one way to say it. I was trying to be subtle, but I guess that's not allowed here. "Basically."

This was too much to handle. If someone I knew came up to me and professed their 'like' for me out of the blue, and they were my friend, I would need a moment. A day. A week. Maybe a lifetime. I need this. Now.

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