* Home now if you wanna call over...? *

Zoe had left for work, leaving me two strict instructions:

One, Tell Theo how I feel.

Two, Text her everything that happens.

"Okay." I sighed out loud. Here we go.

My leggings didn't do a good job of protecting me from the chill breeze as I walked over to Theo's house.

I knocked twice before opening to unlocked door. "Theo?"

"Hey." He sat at the kitchen table.

"How was it?"

"Good actually, sit." He gestured to the chair across from me.

"Okay... what's going on?"

He stayed quiet with a chuckle, and I thought it was weird how his eyes flicked above my head and back down to my face. "Theo, what's-"

I was cut off when heavy hands gripped my shoulders. "Boo!"

"Fuck!" I almost jumped out of my skin, turning around to see Rebecca dying of laughter. "Becca!"

"Camila!"

I stood up to my feet and wrapped my arms around her. She must have gotten my message.

*

After a quick catch up, I scrapped tonight's plan. It can wait one more day.

Theo seems to be happy, I can tell he missed her. I did too.

I heard all about Theo's Mom and her roommate, how Theo thought he was her boyfriend until he met him and he turned out to be super camp.

"Sorry to cut short but I'm so tired." Becca yawned. "I'm going to go get ready for bed. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, probably. Goodnight."

Rebecca disappeared, leaving me and Theo slumped across the sofa. Should I tell him?

"I actually wanted to talk to you." He closed the gap, sitting beside me.

"About what?" I said, too fast.

"I know you're the one who asked her to come."

"Theo... I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm not angry. Thank you."

I sighed in relief, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. I definitely shouldn't be doing this, but it's such a comforting feeling. And I really need comfort right now.

His arm stretched around me, pulling me into a hug. The way his hand rested on my waist and his head rested in the crook of my neck, the way I could feel his breath on my skin made my body coat in goosebumps.

I've got to tell him.

"Theo?"

"I know what you're going to say." I don't think you do. "I'm sorry for being so dry. You were right. We need each other, at least, I need you. You're my best friend. Thank you for texting her, and being here for me."

I've never heard Theo talk this way. He's never been heartfelt, or given hugs. I smiled, unsure of how to answer.

Wait- did I just get friend-zoned?

"I need you too." Was all I managed to say.

He pulled away with a smile, and I couldn't stop my hand from cupping his cheek.

"Cam..." He froze.

I stretched forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, and his firm position melted. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for." We sat back to our original position and I mentally cursed myself. There's so many things I could've said, I still could say, but I can't.

"Wanna stay over? I'll make hot chocolate..."

"I think I'm going to sleep in my own bed tonight, I've still got to get ready for school tomorrow."

"Oh, okay."

He didn't even try to argue with me. There was no thoroughly thought through plan, or persuasion. Just, 'okay'.

I never told him about Matt. I never told him about my feelings. I just smiled. "Goodnight, see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, Camila."

I put up my hood as I walked back home in the rain, unlocking the door and going straight to the freezer.

*Did you tell him?*

*Girl where's my updates??*

*Just saw Spencer! Gave him a smile across the room and pretended I had to leave. Playing hard to get ;) *

*Bitch? What you doing?*

*Are you having sex right now?*

I dug into the tub of ice cream with a small spoon, cursing when it wouldn't scoop properly.

*I just got friendzoned.*

*No he did not!*

*Yes he did.*

*omg.*

*I didn't tell him though, he just called me his best friend so I kept quiet.*

*aw babe. I'm sorry.*

*Its okay, not that bothered tbh.*

*You sure?*

*Yes, Goodnight.*

*Goodnight x*

"Fuck!"

What have I gotten myself into? I've gone from having no love interests, to having two, to having non again. But hey, at least I've got loads of friends now.

I turned on the tv, flicking through Netflix for twenty minutes, trying to decide what to watch to distract myself.

I landed on The Vampire Diaries, and watched an episode as I finished the tub of gelato.

Is Zoe right? Do I love him? Is that what love feels like? Have I loved him this whole time?

I have to admit, him calling me a friend really fucking stings.

Oh god, that's probably how Matt feels. Now I feel guilty too, on top of all these emotions. This is exactly what I try to avoid. Emotions. But somehow, no matter how hard I try to avoid feeling bad, I always end up feeling worse.

For a split second, a sliver of me believed Camila was going to kiss me. The way her hand cupped my cheek felt so familiar, so normal. I've finally come to terms with 'friends', and a simple action like that is going to be what breaks me.

I took everything in my power to allow her to kiss my cheek, when my body wanted to pin her to the sofa and kiss every inch of her. That's why we have to draw a line now. If we do this for any longer I'll never be able to get over her.

But then there's the part of me that wants to believe she feels the same. I can't ask her, because I know she'd lie if she did. But her body never lies. No matter what words felt out of her mouth, her body would always tell the truth.

"Wanna stay over? I'll make hot chocolate..."

Maybe, just maybe I could give it one last try. Maybe it would only take one more night to convince her to want to be with me.

"I think I'm going to sleep in my own bed tonight, I've still got to get ready for school tomorrow."

But no, she wouldn't dare sleep in my bed again. She made that clear last night.

"Oh, okay."

"Goodnight, see you tomorrow."

And that was it. "Goodnight, Camila."