I finally sat down, in my favourite and secluded spot and looked around.

A medium sized area covered with grass that grows shyly from under me, a graceful canopy of braided ivy and various petite flowers that appeared from the dark green undergrowth. The flexible branches and long leaves of the willows fell over it all, covering my little space of relax completely, so that it was almost invisible to all passers-by.

In front of me, the wonderful colors of the sunset over a shimmering sapphire sea, mixed with ease with pinks, reds and oranges: all this seen from the tip of the cliff that so many times listened to me with my problems, so many times had he heard my crying, and many times he was there to allow me to forget myself in a place of peace and tranquility. I sighed, finally having the feeling of being in a safe place.

I took out my phone and let the soft sound of one of my favourite songs fill the air, as I took my journal and started to draw. The soft strumming of guitar accompaining my movements. I breathed a couple of verses once the vocals in the song started.

'I'd heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
Well, it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah'

I couldn't help it, but my lips twisted to form a smile. After everything, I managed to smile.

"(Y/N)?" I heard my name being called softly, as I held my breath.

My heart started pounding like a drum, and there was only one person who could make me feel like that: John. I looked down at my journal and realized I had drawn a handsome young man, with long and slightly curly hair tied up in a loose ponytail, a turtle sweatshirt and freckles all over his face. Shit.

When he finally saw me, his hazel eyes brightened and his lips twisted into a cute smile.

"(Y/N)!" He rushed towards me but ended up tumbling down and falling face first beside me.

I broke down into a giggle, in which he soon joined, ending up in a complete laughter. He lifted himself up and sat beside me, gazing at the magnificent sunset in front of us. Looking up, I saw his perfect jawline and his bronze coloured locks that fell loosely, even though they were tied up with a hairband that was too large for it; his eyes fixed on the glittering sea, oblivious to the world around us and with a twinkle in them. All of a sudden, he looked down to meet my gaze, then he smiled.

"(Y/N), I'm sorry about what happened before," He apologised, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink.

"Nevermind, how were you supposed to know I'm Thomas's sister anyway?" I brushed it off.

"Y'know?" He started, averting his eyes to the glittering waves once again.

"Yeah Jackie?" I answered in a whisper.

"I don't care who your family is. Mulligan's family is completely unknown to us- all we know is that he's irish, Lafayette has a french family which forced him to leave to America to study a couple of years ago, and Alex is an orphan, an immigrant from the Caribean. I myself have over abusive parents who... er... disowned me."

My eyes widened at his little breakdown.

"The point is, that you're nothing like that brother of yours, and that's what I love about you."

I rested my head on his shoulder, his hair tickling my forehead, when I felt his fingers crawl up to mine.

"I don't care who your brother is, I love you no matter what," He muttered, mostly to himself, but I couldn't help but hear it.

My heartbeat started quickening once again, pounding so hard I thought it might actually beat out of my chest. I was about to ask if it was true, but for some reason, the word 'Really?' couldn't be formed in my lips, and instead I whispered another phrase: a feeling I had bottled up for so long and now were desperate to break

I looked up once again, to see his freckled cheeks a bright scarlett colour, tears prickling his bronze coloured eyes.

"... A-as a friend, of course. I... we all love you."

I looked up only to see his face, now blurry.

"Y-yeah, I love you as a friend too..." I was hurt.

He was so much more to me, but it was obvious he didn't love me the way I loved him. Ouch. Saying those words, 'best friend' was painful, it burnt me. My vision was now completely blurred, tears threatening to fall.

"I-I need to go to my dorm Jackie. See you soon,"

"S-see you (N/N)"

I stood up and turned around closing my eyes tightly and letting the tears finally roll down my flushed cheeks and ran. And I didn't stop running until I was inside my room and under my bed.

John's P.O.V

I. Am. An. Idiot. How could I let her go like that? I had only known her for what? Two months? And I was already head over heels for her. No one knew about it, no one except maybe Elizabeth Schuyler: the middle Schuyler sister. I hoped she hadn't told anyone.

"Mon ami, are you okay?" A thick french accent was heard from behind.

"Yes." I said sharply.

"You sure John?" Hercules' voice came too.

"Yes." Trying to avoid them hearing my cracked voice.

"You're not," Hercules argued.

"I am!" I snapped.

They both sat beside me.

"You're crying mon ami."

Shit. I didn't bother about it anymore and sunk my head into my knees, hugging them and crying my eyes out.

"Man, what happened?"

I soon felt two pairs of arms around me, atempting to comfort me.

"I just friendzoned the girl I like,"

"Ouch."

"Yeah."

The guys still wouldn't let go of me, so I continued crying.

"Why don't we go back to our dorm and catch some ice cream on the way?" Herc suggested.

"T-that would be nice," I muttered.

"Let's go then!" Lafayette smiled,