Three days passed and it was Saturday. It was almost 3'oclock when the door bell finally rung. I opened it and let Ed inside the house. We both planned on spending the saturday doing our Music project. Which is, writing a song about the two of us.

"Thought about anything yet?" He asked as he sat down on the couch. He took of his sneakers and his leather jacket. I looked at him in his plain white shirt, and I admit, plain white looks so good on him. His arms seemed to be more noticable, and it's just plain, so it basically gives his body more emphasis.

Ed waved his hand in front of my face and thankfully, I got out from my little daydream. "Ah, what?" I asked.

He gave me a confused look. "I asked if you thought anything yet." He said.

"Thought about what?" I asked, still gathering my self.

"Our project? The song? Are you okay Sid?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Right, sorry. Just a bit sleepy. No, I haven't thought about anything." I said.

He placed his thumb under his chin. "Well, we have to think about something." He said, like I didn't already know.

"Hmm. Why don't we get an inspiration?" I suggested and Ed waited for me to continue. "I mean, look for the lyrics of some amazing songs, listen to them, look ideas on the internet. You know, to help us start this song."

Ed seemed to consider the idea and took out his laptop. He started searching for some tips, guides and ideas in songwriting. "Oh, try also searching Taylor Swift's lyrics. Her lyrics are good." I suggested and he nodded. "Gosh, I want to be her friend." I sighed. I then excused my self. "I'll just prepare some snacks."

I left the living room and went to the kitchen to cook somethng to eat. I opened the fridge and mom must've forgotten to do her groceries because all I found in the fridge was a small tupperware of tuna, five slices of pizza, and a loaf bread.

I opened the cabinet to look for some fillings, and thankfully, there was peanut butter. Sorry, but I'm not the nutella type of girl.

I made my self, and Ed, three layers each of peanut butter sandwich, because I knew that two layers wouldn't be enough for the both of us.

I went back to the living room and found Ed on his earphones. I walked over to him and gave him his sandwich. He took off one side of the earphone and gave it to me so we could both listen at the same time. He played a song.

"What's this song?" I asked because the one he was playing was catchy, and the lyrics were great.

"Taken by One Direction." He said and I said an 'Oh'.

We kept on listening on the song and I just couldn't help my self but fall inlove with it. The background music was cool, and their vocals were so good. I couldn't believe that I've never heard of it.

But halfway through the song, I realized that the message of the song doesn't seem right for me and Ed to write about.

"Ed, this song is amazing." I said. "But don't you think that the message doesn't suit us? I mean, none of us two is taken. Ms. De Ville might ask where we got the idea." I explained. "I mean, you only want me because I'm taken? That's just not us, Ed."

Ed nodded. "Yes. Right. Sorry. I'll just search for another one then." He said.

"Okay. I'll try writing something here. Maybe, I'll get an idea." I said and he nodded. I went up to my room to get some pen and paper, then immediately went back down.

I placed the pad on my lap as I thought about something to write. There were a few things I reminded my self about our song. It has to be catchy. It should make sense.  The lyrics should mean something about us. It should be from the heart. It has to be about our friendship.

What is the first thing that comes to my mind whenever I hear Ed's name? I asked my self. I thought about it deeply as my pen started going on my lips.

You're the best person I ever knew
Never thought I'd be friends with you
You make me laugh and never cry
Our friendship will never die

(AN: It's just a poem actually, but if someone can make a tune out of this, it will be greatly appreciated)

I wrote down. My eyes went wide at what I wrote. Well, it was easy.

I poked Ed on the shoulder and he looked back. I showed him the lyrics I wrote and he said it was good. "Wow, Sidney. You didn't tell me you were a good writer." He said.

"I'm not." I defended. "I just wrote down what I feel about the two of us." I explained.

"No, you can be a writer, Sid. You have talent." He said.

I sort of blushed. "Thanks. It really does make me feel good." I smiled.

"If that's the case, then we can make this one the chorus. I'll write the first verse, You'll write the second." He said. "Is it okay to you?" He asked.

I nodded. "Sure. We can actually start right now." I said and he agreed.

We started writing on our own, both of us wanting to surprise each other.

I thought aboud Ed and all our times together. What I know. What I think. What I feel about him. Without even knowing it, my hands started writing.

Those ocean blue eyes tonight
Makes me want you more close
Your eyes shine under the moonlight
I love every glimpse of those

You would say "stay by my side"
Oh. You don't know how it makes me happy
But then I'm just a friend in your life
And I guess it's all I could ever be

You have no idea how I feel
How much I love you, with all my heart
Though I know to you it's not real
I'm just your best friend right from the start

Say you love me, say you do
But you wouldn't, that's for sure
I have no chance for a place in you
You let me fall hard on the floor

I looked at my paper. I couldn't believe that I just wrote something that actually came from my heart. It came from the deepest corners of my heart. Somewhere nobody ever had a chance to get a glimpse on. Somewhere, even I, tried not to open.

This is what I really feel for Ed. This is what I want to say. Something I want to say but I was just too afraid.

Ed seemed to notice that I stared completely blank at my paper. "Are you done? That was fast." He said and tried to take a glance at my paper.

I immediately crumpled it. "No. It was nothing. It was completely out of the topic of our song. It's trash." I denied. Though when I said it was out of the topic, it was true.

"Oh come on. Just let me read it." He pleaded, but I elbowed him away.

I got up from the couch, went to the trash can and threw it so that he couldn't read it anymore. "Now, it's literally trash." I said to Ed.

He pouted like a little kid, which made him look cute and handsome at the same time. I ignored him and went back to writing a song, which is about our friendship, not about my feelings for him.

As I was writing, I stop from time to time to erase lines which would hint Ed about my feelings. But, I couldn't take it anymore. Something inside me is telling me to confess to Ed. It's pushing me I could almost give in.

But I tried to focus my self on writing the song. I kept on telling my self that it would just ruin our friendship. I really tried convincing my self not to. But somehow, my heart is pushing me.

Finally, I gave in.

I didn't face him because I was too afraid, but I knew I had to do this. If I couldn't write a simple song without writing a line saying that I fell inlove with him, then it's a sign that it's about time I confess.

I took a deep breath. It's now or never. "Ed. I need to tell you this." I started. "I know I'm just your best friend, and that's all I'll ever be. I somehow knew that. Even though I know you'll never love me back, my heart tells me that I need to tell you this. We knew each other for so long, we became the bestest friends, and bestest isn't even a word. You were there on the most important days of my life, and I was there on yours. You helped me face my problems, and I thank you for that. I couldn't thank you enough. You always made me happy and laugh, I couldn't even remember a day you purposely made me cry. You would even suffer your dad's hurtful words for me, and I loved you for that. Ed, I thought we would be happy as friends until we grow old. That we would be happy as friends for a long time. I was wrong. I'm sorry Ed. I didn't mean to. I don't know how. It just happened. I tried, but I couldn't stop it. Ed, I'm sorry, but....." I took all the remaining courage in me. Finally, I continued. "I fell inlove with you."

My eyes couldn't take it anymore, so it shed tears. My heart exhaled deeply. I finally said it. After two years, I confessed. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I was proud of my self that I did it.

I just freaking confessed to my best friend.

My tears kept falling that I decided to stop wiping it away far my face. I waited for Ed to reply, but he didn't. I grew nervous. What if he left me hanging here? I wanted to look back and check, but I was afraid he left the moment I said I fell inlove with him. I shed more tears.

Could Ed do that? Could he leave me? My curiousity couldn't wait any longer, so I looked back. I expected him to be either gone, or angry at me that he would tell me to leave him from now on. I had lots of expectations. But no. None of them were right.

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He was there, sitting, with his headphones on.

My mouth hung open. I couldn't believe it. All those words I said, he didn't hear it. He never heard me. He still doesn't know I love him. It's like everything I said, they were all thrown to waste.

I cried more. I couldn't believe it. My heart started aching so bad again. He was just there, sitting with his earphones on, had no idea what was happening.

Why is this happening to me? I asked nothing. Why is it that when I finally had the guts to confess, he didn't hear even a single thing! Is life really this unfair? What did I do for life to do this to me?

I screamed inside of me as I kept wiping the tears away from my face. I knew it was hopeless. I was so disappointed to my self. Maybe, maybe this was the sign we're just not meant to be together.

If what I was thinking was true, then I couldn't let him see me like that. Crying.

I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could and washed my face, until there were no sign of tears anymore. Though it was still obvious with my red eyes.

After washing my face, I leaned on the wall and fought my self not to cry. Luckily, I didn't. But I squeezed my hands on my chest because the pain was so bad.

After a few minutes, I regained my self and walked out of the bathroom.

When I came back to the living room, Ed was still on the same position when I left. His earphones were still on his ears, his pen on his hands, and his paper on his lap. As if nothing happened.

I took a deep breath and faked a smile. I walked over to him. "Hey." I greeted.

He took of his earphones. "Oh, hey Sidney. Are you done writing?" He asked.

I looked at my paper on the couch, and wondered if I was done. In truth, I forgot what I wrote. I walked over to my side of the couch and read my paper. Seriously, I didn't know it, but I was done. "Yeah, Ed. I'm done." I said.

He stood up. "Great! I'm done." He said." We can start with the music."

He tuned around to get his guitar. I poked him on the back. He turned around and asked me what I needed. "Were you using your earphones the whole time?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yes, Sid. Why? Did something happen?" He asked and worry was obvious on his face. Which proves that he really didn't hear a thing.

I shook my head. "Nothing. Let's just start with the music." I suggested and he agreed and nodded.

The rest of the afternoon, we kept on working on our song. The melody of the song, the chords, and who would sing on which part. Ed is a great singer, and so am I, and he is also good in playing the guitar, so we really didn't have that much problem.

It was almost 8 o'clock when we figured it out and finished the song. By that moment, I also already forgot about what happened.

"It's done." Ed said. "Are you ready to sing it?" He asked and I nodded. "Okay. 1,2,3..."

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Hey guys! :D

So, I now have the characters.

Selena Gomez as Sidney

Logan Lerman as Ed

Vanessa Marano as Aubrey

I might change it so you are all free to suggest.

That would be all for now. :)

Z.