Before the movie started, Drew ended up having some questions for me about the whole situation with Heather. I honestly couldn't blame him. He was the person who had started our friendship group in the first place, so I could understand his concern over the fact that Heather and I hadn't spoken in a while.

"Are you going to talk to her?" he whispered to me, as we clutched onto our popcorn in the audience of the cinema.

"I'll try," I said.

"That's not a yes or no," he said.

"Well, I don't know if Heather even wants to talk to me right now," I said, as I took off my jacket. I was a little warm in the audience of the cinema. I guessed that the place had pretty good heating but I didn't want to end up passing out. Perhaps I hadn't fully recovered from my bout of illness. I knew that I certainly felt lot better, though. At least I could get out if bed.

"Why wouldn't Heather want to talk to you?" Drew asked, as the first advertisement started to play.

"We had conversation last time I saw her about you and about..." I trailed off. I knew that if I headed down this route, I would potentially reveal information to Drew that I simply couldn't have him knowing about yet.

Fortunately, before I could say anything more on the subject. The trailers began to play. The trailers were pretty much Drew's favourite part of the cinema, third in line to the movie itself and the copious amounts of popcorn he tended to indulge in. I couldn't blame him, though. There was nothing quite as good as buttered popcorn.

I turned my attention back to the screen but I could feel Drew's eyes glancing at me, every so often.

As much as he may have wanted me to tell him why he happened, I knew that I couldn't tell him the truth because telling him the truth would mean that everything could be revealed to him, including my feelings and I simply couldn't allow that to happen.

I hated keeping things from Drew but this was necessary to save our friendship. It was bad enough that he was moving away to university at the end of the year. I didn't need Drew's knowledge of my crush on him to further complicate matters. That was why I kept incredibly quiet.

The movie ended up being amazing and funny and heartwarming, in all honesty. Although that may have sounded like a generic rotten tomatoes review, I really was glad that the both of us had ended up watching it. I left the movie theatre feeling a little lighter but a little disoriented, too.

Drew turned to me with an expressive grin upon his face.

"Wasn't that amazing?" he asked me.

'Amazing' was probably the number one word in Drew's vocabulary but I couldn't fault him for that. I had thought the same thing.

I nodded in agreement.

"It was. So, what do you want to do now?" I asked him.

"Should we go to The Cheesecake Factory?" he asked me.

Drew always knew the secret of how to instantly cheer me up. It was peculiar, though, how the person who could make me the happiest in the world also confused me so much. I had missed spending time with him but I also knew it hurt my heart every so often, too.

"Let's do it," I said in agreement.

The two of us made our way back towards Drew's car and he drove the both of us out of the cinema's parking lot and down the road until we reached our destination.

Once we arrived, we quickly ordered our cheesecakes of choice. I decided upon getting a strawberry cheesecake, while Drew got a lemon meringue one.

"Are we okay, Zoe?" Drew asked me.

"Why wouldn't we be okay?" I replied nonchalantly, before taking a bite of my cheesecake.

"I don't know. I feel like things have been different between us ever since Heather started hanging out with us, too," he said.

I shrugged my shoulders, as though I didn't have a clue what he was talking about.

"Whatever it is, I know you'll tell me eventually. I'm your best friend and I'm amazing and my presence alone makes you want to tell me everything," Drew said.

"I can't tell if you're stroking your own ego here or whether you're trying to hypnotize me into telling you about things," I stated.

Drew's eyebrow raised slightly, as he smiled at me with amusement.

"Tell me what's going on, Zoe. Since when do we keep things from each other?" he asked me.

I sighed.

"I can't believe I thought this was going to be a nice simple hangout. Now it seems like the only person you want to talk about again is Heather. When will you realise how important the one person that is in front of you is? When will you realise that I-" I cut off then, as I watched Drew's eyes widen slightly. I needed to stop myself in my tracks before I could accidentally blurt anything out to him. "I should go," I said. I stood up from my seat even though my cheesecake was only half finished and I felt bad leaving any of it.

"No," Drew said, "I'm not letting you just leave like that. I have to drive you home anyway and I will get answers."

I couldn't decide whether he was being determined here or extraordinarily stubborn. Either way, I turned and began to walk out of the restaurant.

"Why are you so prone to these mood swings, Zoe? I never know where I am with you!" Drew called after me, as he followed me out of the restaurant.

I turned back to him and felt my head hurt. My mind was a mess of thoughts.

"If I'm such a problem, Drew, then maybe you should have hung out with Heather today instead of me!" I said.

I walked over to his car and tried to open the door but quickly realised it was locked. Luckily, Drew opened the door for me despite our argument and drove me home.