Mark and Joe decided to explore London for a bit of the day. Neither of them seemed to have too bad of hangovers which was actually pretty impressive for how much they seemed to drink last night.

They invited me to hang out, but I decided to stay back at the flat and let them have their time together. George is probably still asleep because he hasn't texted me back, but I assumed Wilbur and Ash went with the other guys.

That is, until I get a text from Wilbur.

Help george and ash are sleeping

Together?

What? No they're still sleeping though and I'm bored.

Hey bored, I'm Maia

Nevermind i don't want your help

Sorry sorry lmao

Coffee sound good?

Amazing

_ _ _

"What did you get?" I ask Wilbur as we walk through the park with our coffees in hand.

"Vanilla Latte." He holds the cup up as if to say 'cheers'.

"Huh." I think for a second. "You've always struck me as plain coffee kind of person. You know, no sugar or creams."

"Oh no," Wilbur corrects me, "I love all the creams and sugars."

"I guess you learn something new everyday." I gesture to a bench for us to sit on.

Our legs brush as we sit to where they touching, but neither of us bother to move them. I can feel sparks of electricity where they connect. It reminds me of the first time Lucas held my hand.

I glance up to Wilbur and notice his eyes scanning the park.

"You know I'm thinking?" Wilbur asks as he turns to me, so ee're sitting a bit closer than people who are just friends should.

"What?" I meet his eyes.

"Look at everyone in this park." Wilbur motions around us.

I glance to the people sitting in the park. One couple is inches away from kissing, both equally nervous and excited. Another is close together in a serious conversation, maybe even a fight. One person sits alone on another bench as they sketch something in a notebook.

"What about them?" I ask.

"Everyone's just in their own little world," Wilbur explains, "You and I don't affect them at all; we're all just living our lives free of everyone else."

I nod. "I guess, but I think we're still affected by the people around us." I nudge him jokingly in the arm. "Like you and me are there for each other."

Wilbur's eyes glance across my face, searching for something, but I'm not sure what.

"You know what else I think about?" he muses once again.

"What?"

I'm not sure when it happened, but our heads are tilted together now. Our faces are just a couple inches from each other.

His smile falters. "You know what? I don't remember now."

I laugh a little. My brain feels like smush in this proximity now. I can't focus on anything other than the smell of Wilbur's cologne.

"What? Tell me," I urge him. Something inside me really wants to know what's going on in that head of his.

He sighs. "I just...Sometimes... Sometimes I wish I was Lucas again," he says in a low tone.

"Why?" I speak softly as well. My heartbeat is faster than it's ever been; I want to soak in every word that he says. Every sober word.

"So I could kiss you again," he admits simply with a shrug.

I pull away slightly, realizing what he's saying. That's what's stopping him from kissing me?

"Why can't you be Wilbur?" I ask.

"Because friends aren't supposed to do those things." He almost sounds disappointed in that fact.

I have to hold myself back from laughing at how ridiculous this whole thing is.

"Says who? The friendship police?" I repeat my mum's words from our conversation.

Aren't these the thoughts we had last time we were in this position? Isn't this exactly why we thought we had to become Lilly and Lucas? All because we wanted to be someone we weren't in order to do something we thought we weren't allowed to do. Only this time we don't have the alcohol to blame.

I repeat the mantra I've been telling myself ever since I left my mum's house. If Wilbur and I were going to kiss each other ever again, then we should be able to do that without putting on a persona, and without al

Wilbur just shrugs.

I move to where I'm facing him completely now. I make sure we're not touching anywhere as well.

"Wilbur, I want you to tell me what you're thinking," I say, "Don't talk to me as Maia or Lilly or whatever. Talk to me without anything holding you back."

He takes a deep breath. "Are you sure?"

I nod. No matter what he says, I've mentally prepared myself. I'm ready if he want to just be friends, and I'm ready if he wants to be more.

"I think we had a night where we let things out of our control happen," Wilbur begins. "We had each other completely, and for a while you were all mine. And I had the best time falling into love with Lilly."

My breath hitches. He said Lilly, and it sounds like there's a but coming soon.

"But," There it is. "once it was the next morning," Wilbur explains, "It seemed like we hit some sort of fault line, and I spent a lot of time wondering what made Lilly and Lucas change so much."

I stay quiet, soaking in every one of his thoughts. We've gradually leaned closer to each other once again as he continues to talk.

"I realized it's because I have feelings."

"For who?" I ask. I remember George's words last night telling me that Wilbur was all mine, but now I wonder if that's true.

He shrugs. "Both? I don't know, I'm just really confused."

"Wilbur." I take one of his hands for support. "Who am I?"

"Maia," he answers very assured now. It was an easy enough question.

"And what is Maia to you?" I ask.

"My friend." Wilbur wears a sad smile. "My best friend."

"And who else am I?"

Wilbur's expression is blank until some light bulb goes off in his head. "Lilly."

"And Lilly's your?"

"Lover," he whispers so quietly I almost don't hear it.

I smile, hoping he understands what I'm saying.

Yes, I believe in different kinds of soulmates, and I used to think that you can't mix them. I still believe a version of these things, but I'd like to think of it as a more assured and mature version.

Why can't Wilbur be my best friend-soulmate and my love-soulmate? Shouldn't you find comfort in knowing you can go to your partner? Shouldn't you have that trust and love in a relationship?

"What if it all falls apart?" Wilbur asks.

I shrug, truly not knowing what to say. I can't say we'll be together forever, but I don't want to put some sort of pressure of what happens after our relationship.

"Maybe," I say, "We just try to be us first, and we don't worry about that stuff until it's right in front of us."

Wilbur smiles at my response. I can see the trust and love in his eyes as they sparkle. They're almost an amber as the sunlight hits them just right.

"I wrote a song about you," he admits.

I smile. "You've told me, and George too."

Wilbur scoffs. "Was I drunk?"

I nod, and he let's out a quiet 'damn it'.

"Tell me what it's about."

"You," he says simply, "everything about you that just bewilders me. All the Maia and all the Lilly."

I'm smiling like an idiot at his words now, but I don't have a care in the world.

"It's about how I don't want to just have one night with you," Wilbur continues, "It's about how I want to be with you until, well, forever. Or at least until it falls apart."

His eyes are glistening now with passion, and it dawns on me. None of this was an accident. It was all meant to happen. Every little bit of it was to lead us to this moment.

Wilbur whispers when he speaks now, not wanting to break the precious moment.

"Can I kiss you, Maia?"

I smile at the use of my own name. I never thought I'd be so happy to be myself.

"Yes." My voice is barely above a whisper, but this is everything I want in this moment.

"Then I'm going to kiss you as Wilbur," he says as if it's a reminder, "Nobody else but myself."

We're once again only inches away from each other.

"Good," I say with a smile, "because that's the only person I want kissing me."

And then he does, and it sets the butterflies off in their delicate, bomb-like ways. They explode in my heart as I kiss my best friend. My best friend that I'm pretty sure is my soulmate; my forever.