*6 months later*

Sarah's POV

"No, Bear, it's that key" my mom commanded pointing to the keyboard. I tried again, getting it wrong once more. She sighed, "no it goes A minor to a B major."

I frustratedly smacked the keys and stood up, storming to my room. I flopped down onto my bed and stared up at my ceiling.

Why couldn't she see that I don't want to play the piano? I don't even want to be a musician in general, at all!

I sighed and stared at the pictures of famous dancers and ballerina figurines that sat on a corner shelf in my room, all I ever wanted to be was a dancer.

Yes I was taking dance lessons, but my parents had also scheduled extra long music lessons, which cut into to my dancing time. I wish they could just understand how important dancing was to me.

There was a light knock on my door. "Come in" I yelled. I smiled when a tall, dark haired boy peered his head in. This was my best friend and had been since we were children. Nolen Neil Farro.

"Hey Nole" I greeted. He simply nodded and collapsed next to me on my bed, "Hey Sar." He seemed down, "what's wrong" I asked. He sighed, "nothin' just Josh and Jenna are on my back again."

"What about this time?" I asked. He shrugged, "Josh was yelling about how I'm not taking the guitar seriously and Jenna agreed." I frowned and gave him a friendly nudge in the ribs.

He turned his head and smiled at me, making butterflies erupt in my stomach. I know I shouldn't have these feelings, but I can't help it. He's my best friend, but I want him to be so much more.

I cleared my throat, and those thoughts from my head, "yeah, mom and dad have really been pushing my piano lessons, mostly mom though." I said.

He sighed, "sorry to hear that Sar, I know you really love dance." I just shrugged and looked back at the ceiling. I was being tortured by my thoughts about Nole, so much so that I accidentally spit out, "hey Nole?"

Nole casually turned his head, putting his hands behind his neck, "yeah?" I swallowed the lump in my throat, "have you ever liked somebody, that you know you could never and you know their not into you, but you can't help it?" I asked

He raised an eyebrow at me, which I hated since it looked so sexy when he did that. "What did that even mean Sar?" I frowned and shook my head, "nothing" I whispered, sitting up.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw him sit up, then I felt his arm sling around my shoulders and bring me into his chest. "C'mon Sar, you can tell me anything" he whispered against my ear.

It relaxed me, comforted me even. I looked up at him and sighed. I tried to gather the thoughts I've been having for about a year now.

"I know it's crazy, psychotic even. It's unexpected and stupid and you'll probably freak out and run away from me once you hear this so I'll make it quick. I like you. And I have since, well, I don't really know. All I do know is you're the only one who gets me, you keep my feet on the ground and you're always there to catch me when I fall. I think about how weird it'd be if we were together and how it could wreck our friendship if we broke up and it scares me but I'm tired of being scared and alone. I don't want to just be close friends or best friends, Nole, I just want you."

I looked up at him, except my head didn't even make it halfway up before his lips were connected to mine. It was so gentle, yet so passionate. We fell back on the bed, side by side.

When our lips detached we smiled at each other. Nole took a lock of my reddish hair between his fingers, "I've liked you for so long, I thought you didn't feel the same" he said with a small chuckle, I giggled quietly.

I nestled my head into the crook of his neck and I was so happy when his arms wound around me, like I was absolutely protected. Bullies, bad guys, even bullets couldn't touch me when I was in his arms.

He kissed my forehead softly, making me smile. I knew this was the way that things were supposed to be, this is the way we're supposed to be.