"Hello, Shirakawa Udon, this is Ken-."

"Chief!" Hilary's face popped on the screen, making the technician double over.

"Hilary?"

"Oh my god, Chief, I-I think I'm in trouble. I mean, oh my god…"

"Wait, what? Hilary? Is everything okay? Are you all right? What's going on? Did you set the kitchen on fire?"

"No, no, everyone is alright, relax. I- wait what? Set my kitchen on fire? Why would I- Oh never mind, I just- oh god, Kenny I'm so sorry I just don't know what else to do, I had to call someone and god knows Max can't keep his mouth shut…"

Kenny scratched the back of his head and stared desperately at the utterly distressed brunette talking to him on the videophone, "It's fine, Hilary don't worry, you know I'm always here for you. Just calm down and tell me what's going on."

"I'm an idiot."

"You are not an idiot."

The brunette had shook her head at him anxiously, "No, see, I am. I'm the biggest idiot in the world. I do stupid things and get myself into stupid situations because I'm an idiot. Oh god…"

Kenny smiled to himself. He knew Hilary. He had known Hilary for eight years, and if there was one thing he had picked up on about the poor girl, it was that there was only one thing that could drive her to this level of insanity.

"This involves Tyson, doesn't it?"

"Oh Kenny, I'm such an idiot. I don't know what I was thinking!" Hilary put her head in her hands and peaked out at him through her fingers, "I'm screwed."

Kenny raised his eyebrows hopefully, "In a good way?"

"No not in a good way! The hell, Kenny?! Don't be such a pervert!"

He chuckled and held his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, sorry, wishful thinking."

Hilary groaned, "No kidding. But seriously Kenny, I don't know what to do."

"Well, I certainly don't know how to help unless you tell me what's wrong in the first place."

Hilary took a deep breath, "Okay. Here's what happened. You know how Tyson is doing that stupid Asian tour or whatever it's called around right now?"

Kenny nodded, "Yeah, he was in Siem Reap two days ago."

"Right," Hilary glanced down, ashamed, as she continued, "Well, a little birdie told me, he's coming back to Tokyo today."

"Yeah?"

"I saw the commercial."

"Oh no…" Kenny knew exactly the commercial Hilary was talking about.

With Tyson being a mega star, he had gained popularity all over the world, and a star of his magnitude had many commercials. He quickly skyrocketed to Japan's most eligible bachelor in a matter of days and was a wet dream for the writers at cosmopolitan who insisted they write about the 'Top 10 things that make Tyson Granger drool!' even though it was common knowledge throughout the gang that the only thing that could make Tyson Granger drool was food.

Even so, Tyson's good looks became one of the most advertised things about him. He was one of Asia's hottest sportsman. When Tyson had stopped by those months ago, Kenny was happy to see Tyson hadn't let it get to his head, and was actually quite modest, not knowing for sure what the fuss was about most of the time.

But that didn't stop them from making those "Tokyo's hottest star returns home!" commercials.

Hilary's face was back in her hands, and her voice was quite muffled, but still audible, "I couldn't control myself, Kenny. He was like," she lifted her head to think for a moment, "like a Greek God or something!" Her head went back into her hands, "They need a warning on those things. Dear god."

Kenny shook his head sympathetically at his friend. He had actually wondered how Hilary was going to react to the commercial, especially when he found himself getting slightly turned on watching it, though he would never admit that to anyone.

"So what did you do after you saw it?"

Hilary stared at him sadly, "That was when the stupid happened."

"What did you do?"

She sighed, "I called him. I called him, Kenny! Like a stupid little fangirl. I called and told him he should come and stay at my home to avoid the press. My home, Kenny, my home. I am in no mental state to have him stay in the same room as me, let alone the same house! And you know what?" She paused and started laughing at the ridiculousness of her situation, "My parents are out of town! They'll be out of town the whole time he's going to be here. And you want to know what is even better? The guest bedroom? Right across the hall from my room! How awesome is that?!"

"Maybe this will be good for you guys. I mean it's Tyson, Hilary. It's not like he's just some stranger, he's your best friend."

Hilary shook her head, "No Kenny, he was my best friend. Now he's Japan's sexy heartthrob and I'm nothing but some stupid drooling girl who can't even look at him anymore." She sighed, "We haven't talked in person since he won the fifth title, did you know that?"

"You've kept in contact though, haven't you?"

"Through e-mails. I don't even think we've talked on the phone except for when I called him just now, and that wasn't even a videophone. And here I go, inviting him to practically share my bed with me."

Kenny tried to smile reassuringly, "You know, I was worried he would seem different when he stopped by too, but as soon as he got here it was just like old times. He's the same old Tyson he always was."

"Yeah, except I was in love with him back then too," she pointed out, "I was kind of hoping you would tell me he was a total asshole."

Kenny laughed, "Wish I could. When is he supposed to get there?"

Hilary checked the clocked behind her, "Two hours. I need to start getting everything ready,"

"Change the sheets and light the candles?" Kenny smirked.

"Oh ha ha. Wish me luck, will ya? I need luck. Hell, I need a miracle, but I'll be happy with luck right now."

"Good luck Hilary. You'll be fine, it's just Tyson."

"Thanks Kenny, thanks for listening. Bye"

"See ya!"

Hilary hung up the phone carefully and took a deep breath, "It's just Tyson."

Tyson dropped by Hilary's house exactly twenty-three minutes late. He wanted to drop all of his stuff at the dojo. He could have stayed home, but Hilary's offer was too enticing, not to forget they had a lot to catch up. On the way, he ended up getting surrounded by a flock of horny teenage girls that practically fainted when he smiled at them. He was so glad he didn't have to stay there. It was a blessing Hilary had called him to stay at her place. At least he knew he wouldn't be getting drooled at all week.

"Hey Hilary, it's Tyson! I'm here!" he spoke into the video door phone, waving at the camera.

The door clicked open, and Tyson was stunned. Blood rushed to his cheeks as Hilary stood before him.

"Hilary?!" He choked, his voice almost lost in his throat.

She had changed; he knew she would, but this much? Actually, it wasn't much. It had only been two years since he had seen her, but it seemed like a lot. Maybe it was just her hair. He always liked when she had her hair down.

"Look at you!" He grinned, grabbing her and picking her up into a tight hug, "Oh man, Hilary it's so good to see you!"

"It's great to see you too, Tyson!" Hilary's face was a florescent red. He was hugging her! They never even hugged when they were younger, what was with the hugging now?! It wasn't like she minded of course, she was in Tyson Granger's arms, pressed against his chest, taking in his smell…No. That was enough. It was just Tyson.

He let go and held her out at arms length, like he wanted to get a better look at her and was afraid she would run away if he let go, which in reality wasn't too far from the truth, "Wow. It's been way too long, Hilary. Your hair!" He flicked at her curl with his finger, "When did you start doing this with it?"

Hilary really hoped he didn't notice her blush. Now he was playing with her hair! Did he really want to give her a heart attack or something? "Um, I don't know, I just decided to try something new. I like it. Hey, why don't we get you all moved in? The guest bedroom is right down the hall. You want some tea or juice?"

Tyson laughed, "We can do all that later. I want to catch up with my best friend!"

Hilary's heart skipped a beat at 'best friend', "Tyson if we don't move that stuff into the room you'll never do it. Come on, help me with this."

Tyson shook his head, "Let me get it, I'm stronger then you."

"Oh please. I could kick your ass."

"Yeah right! Look at you, skin and bones, I bet you couldn't rip a piece of paper."

"Is that so?" Hilary smiled, Tyson really hadn't changed, "For your information, Mr. Hotshot, this skin and these bones beat you to a pulp all throughout childhood."

Tyson smiled confidently, "Yeah, but now I work out." Hilary rolled her eyes and Tyson chuckled, "Say that again."

"Say what again?"

"'Mr. Hotshot'. Say it again, cause it's totally true now. I kinda rule, ya know."

"Good to see your head is still big!" Hilary laughed. She allowed Tyson to take the heavy suitcase but insisted on taking the smaller one herself. "It's right down the hall, first door on the right."

Tyson pretended like he didn't hear her and opened the first door on the left: Hilary's room.

"Tyson! What do you think you're doing?! Get out of there!"

"I've never been in your room!" He threw his suitcase on the floor and hopped on her bed, "Oh man…your bed's so soft…"

Hilary's face was bright red again. He was on her bed now. "Tyson Granger, get off of there this second!"

He laid down smiled up at her suggestively, which paired with the bed, was enough to send shivers through her body, "Make me."

"Don't make me hurt you, Tyson. Cause I will. This is my house. So, you play by my rules!"

"Come on Hil, I had a long flight. Cut me some slack. I just wanna lay here! It's been a long day." He smiled up at her again and wiggled his finger for her to come and join him.

"Tyson, this is stupid. We aren't kids anymore. We-" Tyson cut her off by wrapping his arm around her waste and pulling her down onto the bed, "Tyson!"

"You want big spoon or little spoon?"

"That's gross! Let go of me!" her face heated up again, but she tried to hide it with a swift kick to his privates.

He chuckled lightly easily dodging her attacks, actually surprised at how easy it was to keep the squirming brunette in his clutches, "I'm like quicksand!" he sang, "The more you wiggle the tighter I get!"

"Tyson this is ridiculous! Let me go!" She definitely did not want to be let go.

They ended up with the pair facing each other, listening to the sloosh of the water in Hilary's mattress. They stared at each other for a couple of comfortable minutes, each trying to avoid the thoughts on each of their minds.

"Thanks for letting me stay here, Hil."

"Of course, no problem." She focused on looking everywhere but Tyson's eyes, she didn't trust herself to let their eyes meet, "You don't have to hold onto me…I'm not going to go anywhere."

"I don't trust you." He did trust her, he just wasn't willing to let go yet. "So why did you call?"

"I saw your commercial."

"…Oh…."

"What?"

He laughed nervously, "That's just really embarrassing."

"Is not, it's a good commercial." She blushed. It was a good commercial all right.

A good commercial that made him look like freaking movie star. Tyson blushed. He wasn't entirely comfortable with the whole sex symbol thing, and the fact that Hilary was seeing that stuff never even crossed his mind, and for some reason it made him really embarrassed.

"It's just weird," he explained, "Those commercials make me out to be some super hardcore badass stud, and you know that's not me. I'm sure you probably laughed your butt off when you saw it, huh?"

"Nah," Hilary shrugged, "It actually made me miss you."

"You missed me?"

She giggled, "Of course I did, silly, you're my best friend." And then it happened.

Her eyes met his and she found herself enchanted by the deep mahogany brown. She caught her breath. Her heart was beating at a million miles an hour and the butterflys in her stomach were going wild. Her eyes wondered down Tyson's lips, something Hilary had surprisingly never paid much attention to before. They looked soft, and all she had to do was move forward a couple of inches…

She sat up. "W-we should go pack away your things…It's getting late."

Tyson was speechless. What had just happened? Confused, and for some reason slightly disappointed, he followed Hilary from her room and helped her empty his suitcase.

"CHIEF!"

"Hilary? What are you doing calling me? Why aren't you getting busy with Tyson?"

"Don't joke about that!" Hilary self-consciously played with a stand of her hair, "We got really close…"

"Wait- What?"

She bit her lip, "Nothing happened, but I'm pretty sure I almost kissed him. We were lying on my bed and, oh don't look at me like that you pervert. We were just lying there innocently, and I looked him in the eyes…I shouldn't have looked him in the eyes Kenny, he has really pretty eyes."

"Okay so you and Tyson were "innocently" lying in your bed, and you looked him in the eyes and almost kissed him and then what? You just stopped?"

She nodded, "I just kind of sat up and went to unpack his things. I'm such an idiot. I told you I was an idiot."

"You are not an idiot. Where is he now?"

"Getting changed, we're going swimming."

"…Swimming? You almost raped him when he had his clothes on, so you decided to do an activity involving even less clothing?"

Hilary nodded sadly.

"Okay, you're an idiot."

Tyson was a beautiful man. He had always been beautiful in both mind and body, at least to her. He was kind, caring, thoughtful. Just about everyone who ever met the guy was able to walk away with something nice to say about him. He was charming like that. But Hilary was a visual person, and while she loved his mind, right now she was visualizing his body. And oh, what a body it was.

He wasn't buff, like the commercials made him out to be, in fact he was still kind of on the skinny side. But he was toned, like a swimmer or a runner, with lines in all the right places.

"Oh god, what am I doing?" Hilary asked herself desperately, not being able to turn her eyes away from the boy, no the man, who sat only a few feet away.

Feeling eyes on him, Tyson turned around and waved at Hilary, "Hey! You all done?"

"Yep." She squeaked, and self-consciously stepped onto the cool concrete surrounding the pool.

Tyson grinned and jumped up, "Awesome! I didn't know you guys built a pool in here."

"Oh yeah…well, summers are like a heat wave, so we decided to build one. Nice, no?" she smiled, crossing her hands.

"Yep! Gramps won't even let me put my feet in the koi pond. Man, I have been dying for a swim. Get in here!"

"Oh… alright…" she hesitantly walked forward, trembling as she was about to get into the pool alone with her half naked best friend.

"It's been long, but I bet I can still beat you to the other side of the pool!"

"Still?" Hilary cocked her eyebrow as she walked over, "You were never able to beat me to the other side, I always beat you."

"No way!" Tyson laughed, "I challenge you to a race!"

Hilary smirked, "Deal! What do I get when I win?"

Tyson thought about it, "How about we order a pizza for dinner and whoever loses has to pay?"

"Hope you brought your wallet!"

They shook on it and jumped into the pool, Hilary with a graceful dive and Tyson with a clumsy back flip. They both popped out of the water, and Hilary just about fainted then and there.

He was wet now, first of all. Wet and shiny and looking very touchable. His glistening, navy blue damp hair fell over his eyes, which seemed bright and playful and ready to take on a challenge. That was always Hilary's favorite look on him, full of determination and excitement.

"Alright Hilary, let's do it!"

Hilary stared at him, her mouth agape, "Yes please."

She was barely in the starting position when Tyson took off across the pool. A splash to the face woke her from her trance and she easily caught up to him despite his head start, effortlessly reaching the other wall first for the win.

Tyson came up for air, and gave Hilary a thumbs up, flipping his hair out of his face, "I stand corrected!"

Hilary smiled, "You got faster. Not nearly fast enough obviously, but that wasn't bad!"

Tyson grinned, "Like I said, I've been working out," He placed his hands on the edge of the pool and hoisted himself out, wrapping the towel he borrowed from Hilary around his waist, "Anchovies and sausage from Pizza Bar, right?" He winked, "I still know how you like it."

Hilary blushed deeply and dove under the water to hide it. When she came up, Tyson was already inside the house, where she heard him stumbling over his order. He had never been good at ordering pizza; it was always Kenny's job. Tyson was too much of a spaz.

"What am I doing?" She asked herself, resting her head against the side of the pool, "I need to snap out of this. It's Tyson. Just Tyson. I'm not some stupid thirteen-year-old girl, I'm a mature and responsible nineteen-year-old woman. I should be able to be around an attractive guy and not turn into some drooling moron."

Tyson returned from the house and placed his towel back on the table, "They said it'll get here in about half an hour."

"Cool…" she mumbled.

He jumped back in the pool and started floating on his back. Hilary swam up next to him, "So did Grandpa mind you staying here? Or you haven't told him yet?"

"Nah, he knows. If it's your place I am crashing at, he's got his pecker up. The old dude's pretty chilled. I plan to take him out tomorrow, to his old hometown. Seeing all those kids swacking out with kendo's gonna bring him some memories. I have a weekend planned just for him and me. Grandpa-Grandson duo on the road, watch out ladies."

"Tyson, that's very sweet," Hilary's heart just melted. She flipped over to float next to him on her back, not entirely sure she wanted to ask, but knew she would anyway, "I am sure Grandpa will love it."

She was really impressed with how Tyson had grown.

"I'm sure Granpda will love it." Hilary poked a finger in his cheek, "You are suddenly becoming a family man, huh? Looks like you'll make a girl really happy."

"Oh yeah," Tyson chuckled a slow and low chuckle, "You'd know…"

"Wait, what?" Hilary flipped back over, and he did the same. She started at him in disbelief, "What did you say?"

Tyson shook his head, stammering, "Nothing…I didn't say anything…" he flustered.

"Yeah right!" She splashed him and he splashed her back in defense.

Tyson shrugged, "I meant, I hope I could make my future bride as happy as I make you…I make you happy right?"

"Well, yeah but-"

Tyson laughed, cutting her off, "That's all matters to me, Hil." He floated on his back again, watching Hilary from the corner of his eye, amused at her shocked expression, "Girls hit on me now and everything, but I don't know what to do after that. I'm usually just like 'thanks' or 'okay' and go on my way. I don't think any girl would make me as happy as you do. I have been on several dates, but some just want to dine in a fine restaurant or click pictures of me and post them on Instagram. I am done, you know."

"I don't believe you!" Hilary wasn't sure why she was arguing with him about this, she didn't want him out dating all these girls!

"It's true!" he insisted, "Unless you count that one time I was eating Ray's restaurant and this one girl came up and started eating with me. I had no idea who she was, but she had a picture of me in my bedroom window on a keychain. That was freaky, actually. I haven't opened my curtains since that."

Hilary laughed and shook her head, "Kenny would be so disappointed in you."

"I know," Tyson nodded, "What about you?"

"What about me what?"

Tyson flipped over and started swimming beside Hilary, who had started floating on her back again, "Well, judging by how shocked you seem by my pile of a love life, I assume you've had some pretty wild times yourself!"

Hilary scoffed, "Oh yeah, me and my boys can get pretty crazy. You should see our Friday nights."

"Oh please!" Tyson laughed, "Spill the goods!"

Hilary shrugged, "There really isn't much to say, Tyson. I've been on a date or two, but nothing serious." She remained on her back, she could pretend he wasn't right next to her that way, "The first one wasn't even really a date, just some guy who made me promise I would go out to dinner with him if he won our match. After the meal he left and I never saw him again."

"Who was the other guy?"

Hilary's face turned bright red, she was hoping he wouldn't ask that, "Just…some guy."

Tyson's face twisted up into a grin, "Oh no, I know him, don't I? Who was it?!"

She turned her ever-reddening face away from him, "Frankly, I don't think that is any of your business."

He swam under her and popped back up on the other side, "Oh, now you have to tell me! If I guess it will you tell me I'm right?"

"Tyson, don't be so nosey!"

"Barry?"

"Tyson!"

"Glenn?"

"I'm not playing this stupid game."

"Kai?"

"…"

Tyson laughed out loud, "No way! You went on a date with Kai?!"

She turned her face away from him again, trying to hide her blush, "It was just a movie and some ice cream. I was having a bad day and Kai was just being nice. He's a good friend."

Tyson shook his head, trying to ignore that ping of jealousy that popped up when she mentioned his ex-teammates name, "So am I invited to the wedding or what? I think I at least deserve to be in the wedding party!"

Hilary rolled her eyes, "Oh please! The whole thing meant nothing! I mean," She snorted, "we spent the whole time talking about you!" Her eyes widened. Oops. She did not mean to tell him that.

It was true though. The reason she was having a bad day in the first place was because she had read in some tabloid about Tyson's new babe of a girlfriend. She was pretty sure it wasn't true, but the pictures were pretty convincing.

Kai and Max had stopped by to deliver something to them from the Judy, and after Kenny and Daichi had gone out, Kai noticed her depressed state and asked her if she wanted to go out too. The whole time Hilary ranted to him about Tyson's stupidity and reluctance to see her as a girl, and Kai was there to give her a pat on the back and remind her that Tyson would come around eventually.

"And if he doesn't," Kai had said, "Then he doesn't deserve you in the first place."

"You talked about me?" Tyson asked, surprised.

Hilary shrugged and quickly dove under the water, swimming to the ladder, "The pizza guy should be here soon, I'm going to go change."

Tyson watched her wrap her towel around herself and briskly walk down the hall to her room. As she disappeared form sight, he got out of the pool himself. With a lasting, confused glance at Hilary's door, he went into his own room to change.

"And so, this little punk starts giving me this huge speech about how I would hear from his lawyer and I would rue the day I ever messed with him!" Hilary laughed, taking another bite out of her slice of pizza. "Like with all the bey dishes in the field, why did he have to bey battle in my wok?"

Tyson laughed and shook his head; finishing off his fifth slice, "Hear from his lawyer? Really?"

"I know! I swear these kids keep getting more and more cocky every day! I can't finish this. You want it?"

"Sure," Tyson popped what was left of Hilary's pizza in his mouth, "And you thought I was bad?"

She took a sip of her milk, "You were bad. Not nearly as bad as these little shits, but pretty bad."

He rolled his eyes, "At least I never threatened to sue anybody. Though," he laughed to himself, "It's a miracle no one ever tried to sue me. I destroyed how many buildings?"

"A lot." She finished her glass of milk, "You done?" He nodded, so she started to gather up his dishes and put them in the sink.

"Let me help with that."

She raised an eyebrow, "It's just the dishes Tyson, I got it, you go relax, you've had a long day."

He shook his head, "Nah, let me help, you're letting me stay here and it's the least I can do."

"Twist my arm," Hilary smiled and scooted over to one side of the sink and let him occupy her right, "I'll wash and rinse, you dry and put away?"

Tyson laughed, "I don't know where anything goes!"

"Fine, fine, I'll dry and put away!" they swapped sides and Tyson started to scrub at the plates with the yellow and green sponge while Hilary filled the sink with the lukewarm bubbly water. They worked in a comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, letting their minds wonder.

Tyson was rinsing a cup in the water while Hilary reached in to pull out a plate to dry when their hands bumped. It was more of a grazing then anything, but it was enough to send a shiver through both of their spines. They both flushed softly.

"Sorry," Hilary practically whispered, tucking a stay hair behind her ear self-consciously.

"No problem," Tyson practically whispered back, clearing his throat.

Hilary dried her plate and rushed it to the cabinet. She wanted to be back by the sink by the time he put his hand in there again. God, she felt like such a little kid! But touching his hand like that…

Tyson wouldn't have admitted it, but there was a definite pause in his scrubbing while Hilary was away from the sink.

"I don't like that chick," Hilary pointed accusingly at the large-breasted, platinum blonde actress talking to the late night talk show host.

"Cassandra Brooks?" Tyson asked, popping a chip into his mouth, "She's always been nice to me."

Hilary scoffed, "Of course she has! She's a slut."

"Have you ever even met her?" Tyson laughed, he actually didn't really care much for the actress, but it was funny watching Hilary get all flustered.

"I don't need to," she took a large swig from her drink and pointed at the screen again, "You don't need to meet these types of girls to know what they're like. You can tell she's the type of girl who got whatever she wanted in life because of her looks and never bothered to do anything for herself."

Tyson grinned, "So? You got everything you wanted in life by scaring the shit out of everybody. How is that any different?"

Hilary rolled her eyes and punched his arm, "You're hilarious." She checked the wall clock, and couldn't help her yawn. It was only 10:30, but for some reason she couldn't keep her eyes open.

"Stop that!" Tyson yawned himself, rubbing his eyes with his fist, "Now you got me doin' it."

Hilary laughed, "How lame are we? It's not even 11 o'clock yet."

Tyson nodded, "Yeah, but like ya said, I hadda long day."

Hilary smiled warmly. "Ready for bed, sunshine?" She ruffled his hair and he weakly tried to whap at her hands.

"Leggo," He moaned, trying to shake her off, "Go 'way."

She laughed out loud, "You are such a baby!" He let her hoist him off the couch, and with Tyson's arm around her shoulders and her's around his waist, the pair walked across the lobby to their rooms.

They met in front of Hilary's room, and she couldn't help feeling like she was getting dropped off at her front door by a date. The butterflys came back to her stomach.

Tyson stood uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous, "So…"

Hilary bit her lip, "Yeah…" She looked at him and was glad to see she actually had to look up slightly. Not much of course, he was only an inch or two taller then her, but it was still nice. "Do you need to get up at any certain time tomorrow?"

He shrugged, "Yeah, need to be at home early for kendo practice."

"Oh, okay," she swallowed hard, "I'll wake you up…" Why was she so damn nervous?! "I'll have some cereal set out for you if you want."

"Yeah, that would be great, thanks."

"No problem."

"…"

Hilary inwardly hit herself. Why didn't she make a move?! Kiss him, hug him, give the kid a freaking handshake! Anything! This was her chance and she was just letting it slip away!

He was so cute…And famous, and she was pretty sure he was rich too. Of course she wasn't making a move, he was too good for her. She smiled sadly.

"I had a good time today, Tyson. I'm glad you stopped by."

"I'm glad I stopped by too," Tyson smiled, but he could tell something was bothering Hilary. She almost looked like she was fighting with herself about something and he wanted to help, "Hilary?"

At the mention of her name, she looked at him again, catching his eyes by accident, causing her butterfly to do flips, "Yes?"

Tyson gulped nervously, awkwardly leaning forward and planting a quick, light kiss to her cheek.

It barley lingered for more an a moment, when he pulled away, face bright red, "See you in the morning, okay? Goodnight, Hil…Thanks." Before she could respond, he was in the guest room and the door was closed.

Hilary stared straight forward in absolute shock, eyes wide and mouth agape. She felt her face growing so hot she thought it might catch on fire, and the butterfly in her stomach were absolutely going wild.

Her legs took on a mind of their own and guided her into her room, where she gingerly shut the door and sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. Slowly, she place her fingers on the spot where Tyson had kissed her.

Tyson Granger had just kissed her.

As realization hit, her shocked expression melted into one of completely joy.

She let out a loud, squeaky squeal of delight, collapsing onto the bed and swaying along with the water inside. She clutched her pillow and grinned up the ceiling.

She was an idiot all right, but who ever said that was a bad thing?