You know that feeling when you're too shocked to even register what's currently happening? Of course you have heard this line over and over again in those cliche books.

Well, let me tell you another cliche line.

Time seemed to stop as I kissed Dayana, her eyes wide. Roxxane's yells were blocked out from this moment.

It took a while but she slowly started to kiss me back.

The moment was too perfect for me. The girl I like is kissing me back.

The girl that has put me in the friendzone so many times. The girl who tried to kill me when we first met. The girl who trained me. The girl I investigated with before. The girl I'm sharing my first kiss with.

And the girl I like.

This girl- crazy yet so amazing. Reckless but beautiful.

She was crazy as hell.

I parted from our kiss and stared at her beautiful brown eyes.

"You two think this simple kiss will make everything go away?!" Roxxane yelled from the speakers.

I bit my lip in vexation, "No, but it will make my confused mind go away."

I took Dayana's wrist and dragged her away. Away from that... that witch that trapped her.

"Well look at you, Prince Charming." She said with a giggle when we got in my car.

I smiled sweetly at her, "Your Prince Charming."

"But I'm not your Princess," she told me.

"What're you talking about? Of course you are. We made that clear last night already." I replied.

I started the car and glanced at her.

"But... Leon said I hit my head and fell unconscious last night." She said, rubbing her head.

"What?" I asked in disbelief,  "I guess you were too drunk last night to remember."

She looked at me in bewilderment, "I was what?!"

"Drunk." I replied with a sheepish smile.

"Damn it..." she muttered.

I pinched her cheek with one hand while the other controlled the steering wheel.

"No swearing." I scolded her.

"What did I do last night?" She asked.

"Well..."

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I was looking around for Xana, practically running around in circle.

I sighed and went near the stairs where we promised to meet up two hours ago.

"Ooh! Xanderrrr! Over here!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

I looked at the stairs to see Dayana tied up in the railings.

I jogged up to her and crouched down to be at eye level with her.

"Why are you tied up?" I asked her.

"I don't know. All I know is that-" what she said after that I have yet to decipher.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Those blue leprichauns are not my nephews! They're my uncle's grandparents!" She slurred.

"What blue leprichauns?" I asked, stifling a laugh.

This is quite entertaining.

"The ones that took Leon away! That unipoop is blaming me to be related to them." She said, swinging her tied arms.

"Okay... what's a unipoop?" I asked her cautiously.

"That!" She said, kicking the air, as if to point something, "The unicorn made of poop."

I looked at the direction she was looking at to see a guy dressed as a horse passed out while holding an ice cream cone.

I laughed.

"Do that again," she suddenly said.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Laugh. It makes my heart beat sooo fast." She said and gave me a wide grin that I was worried her cheeks might tear.

I smiled at her, "Really?"

I felt my heart beat like a million drums playing in a fast interval.

"Yeah." She said, closing her eyes, "Xander."

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure."

"Promise you won't say it to anyone- especially the dkanhalqa."

"What did you say?"

"Shh! Just gisnawlwlchiwq."

"Huh?"

"I said listen to me, damn it."

"Okay. What's your secret?"

"I..."

"-am a drug addict? Why am I not surprised."

"Like..."

"Drugs? Yeah, I figured."

"You."

My eyes widened at the sudden confession. She's high, right?

"What?"

"I kinda... sorta... like youu!" She said, laughing hysterically afterwards

"Really?" I asked, biting my lips.

"Xander. Is there... a... powsaybality of you liking me back?" She asked, smiling ear to ear.

"I don't know, is there?" I asked with a chuckle.

"Xanderrrr." She whined but with her drunk act, I can't determine wether she's whining or resisting the urge to throw up.

I laughed, "Nope, there isn't."

"Whaaaat?" She asked, her eyes widening as if I showed her my first kill.

She'd probably be proud if I did.

"There's no possibility that I'd like you back." I said seriously, "There's only a possibility to love you back."

Yes, I love Dayana.

I've always had a crush on her since third grade up to fifth grade- she had to move away in sixth grade.

Our paths crossed again when we were in sophomore year in high school, she acted different.

Like a different Dayana.

But still, I liked her more. Because she would act like herself then like a different Dayana on different basis.

Until I found out she had split-personality.

That made me like her even more. I wanted to hold her and protect her. I wanted to keep her. But she's put me in the friendzone so many times now, I nearly lost hope. She's so dense, yet so fragile.

A girl like her, a girl that acts like her, talks like her, smiles like her, is impossile to find.

We can never determine when our heart decides to go  dum-dum-dum or pathump-pathump but all we know is that when that happens we go through denial, infatuation, then- making it past infatuation; the hardest stage- you fall.

You fall in love and there's no parachute strapped to you, only someone your expecting to catch you in the fall. That fall will be dangerous, very dangerous. You could lose hope that they won't catch you and even if they don't, you can pick yourself up and be more careful not to fall so carlessly ever again.

"Xander... can we..." she stuck her tongue out like a cat, then giggled, "...be more than friends?"

I smiled.

Dum-dum-dum dum-dum-dum dum-dum-dum

Those weren't drums.

Pathump-pathump pathump-pathump

And those weren't falling solid objects.

Those were sounds of my racing heart that could probably go faster than Sonic or The Flash.

"Of course."