-AMANDA’S POV-

I was surprised she hadn’t slapped me, but I was even more surprised that she asked me to stay after. It felt good to hear that, and I was happy, ecstatic even.

So I stayed, I moved back in, and even though she hadn’t talked about the kiss, things between me and Devon had started to… change. In a good way, and I was loving every second of it.

We were more open about everything, we were really close, and she even slept in my bed every once in awhile.

The bad thing was… the dreams… the thoughts, everything felt as if they were getting a lot worse inside of my head. Sure, Devon wasn’t hiding anything now, but I never told her how I felt.

And in a way I had made her believe it was just a mistake, in the moment action.

That’s why she hasn’t touched on the kiss, because she thought I thought it was a mistake.

Don’t ask me why I did that, because I didn’t know. I liked her, I knew that, but telling her I liked her… I didn’t know if she was going to take it well. The last time someone did that to her they got into a car wreck and died.

Not sure if that was the best course of action.

She had informed me about that party at Emerson’s and how she had agreed to go with him, but she had already blown him off. She made it obvious she wasn’t interested to, and in a way I felt bad for Emerson. He liked her, and like really liked her, but she wasn’t minding it.

It almost seemed as if all of her attention was on me.

But I didn’t mind one bit.

She seemed more attached then ever, moving back with her came with it’s perks of course, but I was still worried about my psychological health.

I was laying in my bed, Devon next to me, and I wanted to bring up the situation we had the other night that neither of us had touched on.

But I was scared.

And before I fell asleep I had a paranoid thought that I would never get to tell Devon the way I felt about her.

***

Soon it was Friday night, Devon was in her closet getting ready and to be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to this stupid party. But maybe tonight would be the night I would be completely honest with Devon and tell her the truth.

I was texting Trevor in the moment, and I texted, “You going to the party tonight?”

“You know it, you?”

I smiled at his boyish excitement about a party and replied, “Of Course, Devon is dragging me there. I don’t know why, she doesn’t even like parties.”

“You gonna tell her the truth tonight or what?”

I rolled my eyes, “Maybe, we kissed the other night. I forgot to tell you.”

“WHAT!!!?? You FORGOT to tell ME?!”

I laughed silently, causing Devon’s eyes to wander to me, and she smiled mischievously, making my heart jumped.

I replied, “Sorry, I’ll tell you more about it tonight?”

“You better.”

I smiled, he was so nosy, but I was pretty sure he was only curious because let’s face it, a guy would do anything to know about two hot girls liking each other.

Then again I didn’t know if she liked me, maybe she did, maybe she was confused…

I didn’t want to think like that, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to know the truth, but I was just to afraid to actually ask her, to afraid of a rejection. Because if I received one form her I knew it was going to hurt like hell.

I pulled up on my jeans and slipped on my shoes, looking at myself in the mirror, teasing my hair a bit. I turned to see Devon staring at me, making the heat rush to my cheeks.

“Ready?”

I smiled at her voice, I had missed it so much over that dreadful month, “I guess so.”

***

We were walking up to the house, immediately you could tell this was going to be the party of the year. It was ridiculous. It was chilly outside, but me and Devon headed for the house where there were many people going in and out of.

I spotted Trevor on a couch talking to some girl, and I realized Emerson was making his way over to Devon.

I groaned, should I leave them alone? Or should I stay?

Devon looked at me, “I’ll be ok, go talk to Trevor. I need to handle this.”

I gave her an uneasy smile, I didn’t like the idea of leaving them alone, but then again I knew I had nothing to worry about. She didn’t like him, and I knew it. So what was I so protective over? She wasn’t going to blow me off like she did before, she knew better.

I nodded, “Ok.”

I made my way over to Trevor and he smiled, calling me over and making me room on the couch.

“You have a lot of explaining to do missy.”

I smiled, “Shutup Trevor, it is what it is. I kissed her a week ago, she hasn’t brought it up since.”

“Why? Do you think she likes you?”

I shrugged, “She didn’t kick me out when I did so… it’s a good sign.”

He smirked, “She so wants you… it’s obvious.”

“How?”

He shrugged, “The way she acts around you, how she looks at you… she even texted me while you were ignoring her that she wanted to talk to you. I’m sorry but if that doesn’t scream your answer then I don’t know what does.”

I smiled at his response, so he even thought that she liked me…

This was turning out better then I thought.

“I think I messed up though…”

He became serious, “How?”

“I think I made it seem as if it was just an in the moment thing… and that it meant nothing to me.”

He groaned, “Well that may be a problem.”

I punched him, “Help me Trevor!”

He smiled, “Just tell her, that’s all you can do. Get it off of your chest. Seriously, before it’s to late.”

He stood, indicating this conversation was over and he looked down at me, I shook my head, “Dramatic exit?”

He smirked, “I’m very wise.”

Then he was gone into the crowd.

My head snapped up to see Devon, her blue eyes meeting mine, and all of a sudden I wasn’t scared anymore. She liked me, somewhere deep down inside of her, I knew it.

I just needed to hear it, and it would happen tonight.