"He actually likes anything pink."

"For real?" Kathy raise her eyebrows, but wrote it in her diary anyway.

" and he loves pizza, anything that is called pizza he loves that."

"How am I even sure that what you are telling me is legit?" She asked, I sigh and grabbed my laptop from the floor, dragging it up the bed, unto my lap.

Me and Kathy were sitting on her bed, facing each other with our leg crossed.

I opened my laptop and went into Facebook scrolling down my page, until a picture of me and James when we were kids.

"See." I say showing her and she gasp.

"Is that James! He is so cute." She awwed.

I furrow my eyebrows and stare at the picture.

"He was skinny." I said.

"And cute." She added.

"I think he's cuter now." I say and she stared at me.

"You are not supposed to find your best friend cute, that's weird, especially if you see each other as siblings." She says and I look at her confused.
See each other as siblings?

I never told her I saw James as my brother .

"Did James tell you that?" I ask, licking my lips. " that he sees me as a sister?"

"Duh, how else is he suppose to see you. I mean.. No shade but James like pretty girls like me and that b*tch, what's her name again?" She asked, clicking her fingers as she tried to remember Bea name.

"Bea."

"Yes! Bea the betch."

Having a conversation with Kathy wasn't the best thing at all, she kept throwing shade on how James never dated me because I lacked at this and that, she kept comparing herself to me, telling me if she was James best friend they would have dated and hit it off.

I sigh as I kick the rock in front of me.

After a depressing conversation with Kathy on how my life sucks, I was heading to my mom's house for some affection.

I push the door open, yelling out for my mom.

"Mom?" I called as i walked into the house, i was about to enter the kitchen when the main door opened again behind m.

I look back and saw James.

"Hey." I say as I turn towards him.

"Hey." He rubbed the back of his head.

"What are you doing here?" I asked then realized what I said. "I'm sorry, of course you are always welcome." I said, laughing nervously. I don't know why I suddenly feel so nervous around him, maybe it was because he was like a different person to me, he was still the same person I liked, but he is matured now, he is now a man, I wonder how much of a man he is now.

"You know it's actually been a long time since I entered here."

"Oh really." I said folding my arms slowly. He  moved closer and I unknowingly moved back.

"Are you nervously around me?" He asked.

"No!" I immediately answered. Was I obvious.  "I mean.. No I'm not, its just.."

"If that's the case, come." He suddenly cut me off, he grabbed my hand, taking me up the stairs in a hurry. Why was he taking me upstairs? So many thoughts ran through my head as we rush up the stairs.

We both walked into my bedroom, holding each others hand.

I bit my lips as I look at our hands, when I look up, I caught James staring at me.

He smiled then fell on the bed, pulling me with him, I let out a squeal at the sudden fall.

He wraps his arms around my waist, my head rested on his neck, I couldn't help but breath heavily.

"Let's not be awkward around each other, okay." He said and I nodded but I was nervous and shy.

"Yeah." I replied, only hearing my heart beat, or maybe his.

"So how long are you going to stay here?" He asked.

"I don't know, two weeks?" I said unsure.

"That short?" He asked.

"Yeah.." I replied, then decided to ask a question. "How long..have you been dating Bea?" I ask shyly, playing with my fingers. There was no reply for a while which made me feel awkward.

"Since.. you left." He replied. I felt my heart drop, he never actually considered my feelings, but then again did I even ever tell him my feelings.

"What about you, have you ever dated?" I felt like if I answered 'no' I'd look petty, I didn't want to look pitiful in front of him, so I said what I thought was better.

"Yes, a lot." I replied, and James sat up, I join him, sitting up, rubbing my sweaty palm on my jeans.

"Really?" He asked turning his face to me, he's brown hair messy around his face.

"Yeah." I breathed, it was hard for me to speak especially when I was lying.

"You are lying." He replied, I widen my eyes at his respond.

"I'm not!" I stood up nervously.

"See, you are lying." He laughed.

"I'm not." I snapped angrily.

"Then why are you nervous and angry?" He ask, also standing up.

"Why would I lie though?" I ask, and he shrugged. "And why would I even lie about that? Its not like its your problem or its not like you care, so why would I lie about that to you?" I ask and he looks away.

"I'm leaving." He suddenly said then walked away. Did I say something wrong? Did I do something wrong?

I ran after him and grabbed his hand.

"Wait." I said before he could walk out of the door.

"Why?" He snapped, turning to me.

"I..I." I was left speechless. "I'm sorry." I replied, looking down.

"Why?" He asked again, and I look up.

"I.." I wanted to tell him, I lied about dating, but why would he care about that, and it would just make me look pathetic about lying about that and what would I reply if he asked why I lied about dating, its not like I can tell him the reason.

"I'm just sorry, if I made you mad anyhow." I said, and he just stare at me for as long as my eyes could keep contact then he walked away.

Once he left, I grabbed my hair, pulling it.

"I'm so stupid!" I whisper, falling on my bed. "Ugh, what did I do wrong though?" I asked myself.

Its not like I said anything wrong or bad.

Maybe I should have never asked about Bea.

I sigh and stood up, and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen for water.

But froze as i find my mother laying on the floor.