-^Dani^-
Myles and I were sitting on my balcony, looking at the stars. I was trying (and failing) to find the big dipper when he turned to me.
"You know, someday I'm going to be up there, with the stars. And I am going to discover their secrets. That's all I've ever wanted to do. What about you?" I sighed.
"I hate saying this, but I don't know. I guess I'm just going to figure it out as I go." I said, turning back over.
"Dani?" He said, hesitantly I turned towards him again.
"Yes?" He seemed about to say something, but at the last second decided against it.
"I-I was just wondering what your favorite color was."
"Blue, you know that. And you?" He considered for a moment.
"Green for me.," He eventually answered. "But not like the grass. Like an emerald . . . And your eyes." He mumbled. Embarrassed, he looked away. I did too. But not out of embarrassment. He was the first person to ever say anything like that. It was sweet.
"I'm trying to read a book. Could you two lovebirds keep it down?" Beckett yelled from inside his bedroom.`
"We are not lovebirds!" We both yelled at the same time. Beckett laughed so hard he nearly cried. Rolling my eyes, I sat up.
"You know, I sometimes wonder . . .' I said.
"Wonder what?" He asked. I blushed.
"I sometimes wonder . . . what you're really thinking." He smiled. Then, he hesitantly started to speak.
"Well, I-" Just then, Beckett appeared on their balcony.
"Myles! Mom said it's time for you to come in." He rolled his eyes.
"Alright, I'll be back in a sec." He looked at me then, strangely. Our eyes connected. There was something in them, some emotion, that I couldn't identify. I sensed that fireworks were going off , he was the only thing that mattered. I seemed to be staring straight into his soul. And in an electric moment, I realized. I realized that I was falling in love with my best friend. And I couldn't allow that to happen. With a choking sob, I tore my eyes away from him to open my balcony doors and run inside. I flopped down on my bed and buried myself in pillows and comforters, to drown out the violins that were still playing somewhere, the sparks that still flew in front of my eyes. To try to get rid of the electricity still flowing through my body, unchecked. I absolutely couldn't fall in love with my best friend. It would be like falling in love with myself. If only this somehow sweet torture would end. If only I wasn't falling in love with my best friend. If only I hadn't been stupid enough to give him a second chance in the first place.
Wondering about that second chance? Well, don't worry. I'll tell you next chapter.
*cough* Maybe *cough*