Even if Rebecca, Anabeth and I talked until the sun was rising again, I found myself waking up.

Hearing their steady breaths and quite snores enlightened me that I was the first one awake. Didn't notice we fell asleep but here we are. Or I am.

It was already 4 pm. Oh well. It was sunday now, but next was Monday so no long sleep for me.

Slowly and careful to not make a noise, I crawl out of my bed. My room was I total mess, I bet it'll take at least an hour to clean up. Not that I mind, yesterday was awesome.

On tip toes, I walk to my door and quietly shut it again. Perfect. Without knocking, I burst into Elliots room, which was a huge mistake.

"Elliot you won't believe what I'm about to tell-" A loud yelp escapes my mouth and I stardle so bad that I wonder how I didn't got a heart attack to this day.

"Uhm, hello Thomas. Good morning guys, bye guys." With my face flushed I turn to leave again.

"Good afternoon." Thomas. Shit. "Yeah, I forgot." Blowing away a loose hairstrand that escaped my low bun, I eventually turn back around. "Since when are you here?"

"Since two hours. Anything wrong?" Shit. " 'Course not."

I made my next mistake by looking him in the eyes. They're a deep brown and even if they seem to be simple, I couldn't take my own eyes off of them. Neither could he, 'cause he didn't look away from mine.

"I'll go to the bathroom real quick." Elliot got up and eyed us both. I completely forgot about him. Nicely done, Hope. Just wonderful.

But his eyes. And the way he looks at me again. I was never in love, how should I, but even I knew this wasn't nothing. Won't be that stupid girl who denies everything. Because there is something.

Something in my stomach that lit up. Something that made me nervous, made my heart pump more blood through my veins. Something that made me drawn to be in his arms again. Something that my knees become as soft that I needed to worry they wouldn't give in. Something that wanted him around in school more and seeing him all the time.

It wasn't nothing, and I knew it, but I couldn't let him know that. I don't want to be selfish, I really don't, but I think I just have to deal with some shit on my own. Worst case would be him finding out.

"Thank you for yesterday." I whispered and looked down in shame.

"It's alright. And just as I said, I'm here if you need me and you don't have to talk about it." I mean how can that not make me feel something?

A sigh made its way out of my mouth. "I just don't want you to think I'm weak now." Very slowly I took at a glimpse at his face. No judgment.

"I don't." He got up. Why did he got up? "Promise."

Why was he approaching me? Where was Elliot? I gulped as he stopped walking, not far away from me anymore.

"And I want to be your friend."

My eyes widened. "For real?" My knees were now really about to give in. My face felt heated and my stomach made nervous twists.

"Yes, for real. I would love to."

I was about to faint. It felt like oxygen wasn't enough to breathe. But this time in a good way. Not as if I was suffocating and drowning in pure panic, this time it was as if I needed to breathe more. It felt exciting.

"Then we shall be friends." The words mixed with a breath of mine, lingering around the room. This deffineltly wasn't supposed to feel like this if we are just friends.

Do I even want to be friends with him? He made me so confused. So confused about my own feelings.

"I'm glad." He muttered. His voice barely there, though it was a little raspy, it gave me goosebumps.

The strand of my hair fell in front of my eyes again. This time, it wasn't me who put it out of the way. Thomas' hand reached out and placed it behind my ear.

I could feel the spots where his knuckles stroke my cheek - face, not butt - 'cause I felt those spots tingling and burning.

Again, I got lost in that beautiful deep brown of his eyes. Like the eyes of a Teddy bear.

In the back of my thoughts, I perceived the flushing toilet and the steps approaching. Elliot would come in any second.

With small steps, I walked backwards. Away from him. My heart was still pounding, though. Soft knees, butterflies in my stomach and this feeling never left either.

Thomas got closer to my brothers bed as well, though our eyes never left the one another. No words were spoken, but it still felt like we became closer and closer.

But we didn't. We only aparted more, the closer I felt, the closer I wanted to step. I couldn't. The need grew and everytime it did, the distance increased even more.

Until the door opened beside me. I barely realized I was standing against the wall. Thomas stood in front of the bed and let himself plop down.

"You're still here, Hope?" My brother gave me a confused look. Did he feel the tension? I did, at least. "Is everything alright? Need to talk now?"

"No it's fine. I'll talk to you later." I cleared my throat and with a last glimpse at Thomas, closed the door.

The tension stayed inside Elliots room, so Iet my back glide down the wall and took a deep breath. What was going on?

Silenty and on tip toes again, I waltzed inside my room again.

"Good morning, Hope!" Becca greeted me and I, for once, didn't jump at her sudden voice. "Morning."

Ana just groaned. "Yeah, good morning to you too, Ana."

Crossing my legs, I sat down.

"Where were you? You look real...flustered." Becca giggled. Ana shot up. Her curls puffed around her head. "Yeah you do."

"No I don't." Do I? Well shit.

All our eyes trailed to my door when you could hear muffled voices.

"Yeah, I'm alright." Thomas

"You don't look like it." Elliot.

The rest was not understandable.

Becca made big eyes. "Who was that?" She scooted closer and even Ana gave me her attention.

"My brother and his best friend." When they waited for more, I added, "His name is Elliot." And when they still gave me expectant looks, I peeped an, "And his best friend is Thomas."

I had no control of the blush that spread on my cheeks -face, not butt - as they two went a little feral. And I let them.

"Okay, but Hope you have to admit that you like him!" My friends bugged, though this time I didn't mind. And it felt good.

"I don't." I state. "We're just friends, alright?"

"Oh, so we reached the friend state I see." Becca nudged me teasingly.

"Wait, so theoratically I can still have him?" Ana let herself fall backwards. "Ana, you are out of your mind." Becca slapped her with a pillow straight into the face.

"You. Did. Not" She threatened. A smirk appeared on Beccas face. "Oh. Yes. I. Did." Unexpectadly she throws the next one at her.

Ana squeeled and threw back, though it hit me instead. "Hope I'm sorry, please be my alley." She begged, her eyes sparkling with joy.

I leaned forward, as if I wanted to whisper something, and then, when her face was close, I smacked a pillow right in there.

She gasped again and soon we found ourselfs throwing and slapping pillows in faces. Very cliché, but very fun so we didn't care.

Out of nowhere, Ana started to scream as she was starting to slide of the bed. So Ana grabbed Beccas arm who then proceeded to grab mine. All three of us screamed as this didn't help and we all fell down from my bed.

Loud laughs echoed through my room.

"You alright- whoa, what the hell happened here?" Thomas' and Elliots head appeared in my doorframe.

"Don't ask, just flee as long you can." Elliot pulled Thomas with him and they were gone again.

"Yeah but we do need to clean this mess." Becca slowly stood up and looked at all the empty chips bags, the wrappers and just random trash we made.

"Oh it's fine, I'll clean up when you're gone." I got up myself. Ana followed, "Are you crazy? This will take you forever." She held onto my shoulders. "We're gonna teach you the with-good-music-clean-up-the-gigantic-mess-session."

"Yeah, as we would let you alone with this. We all did this, we all clean up."

Ana let 'Geenie in a bottle' blast and we started to throw everything away.

Of course we didn't just clean up. We sang to the lyrics, danced around, knocked things over and had to clean that up again.

We continued to throw things at each other and we had to get Becca a band-aid 'cause she tripped and fell which caused her to scratch open her under arm.

Me and Ana panicked much, though after we washed it out it wasn't that big of a cut.

After everything was finished, we started to get ready because we all still wore pajamas.

And eventually, they packed their bags. At 8 pm they drove home and I was alone in my room. When I walked upstairs I heard Thomas and Elliot laugh. Apperantly, 'cause it was only a five minute walk, they got him stuff and he was now sleeping over.

My mom asked me to text my friends if we could give him a ride to school, though I didn't even needed to ask to know the answer was 'Bring him' and 'Of course!' You can guess who said what.

Sleeping wasn't as easy anymore. Knowing that Thomas was just one room apart, only one wall between us didn't let me go. Obviously I could focus on the fact he would drive with me in a car.

My knees already buckle.

Why did he made me feel like this? I have to admit I do know why, but why him? He was my brothers best friend, I can't just steal him from my brother. Not the only friend he found. That'd be selfish.

Besides, I have to deal with my... problem.

But his eyes...

His eyes were what I dreamed of that night.

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A/n:

Two days in a row a new chapter? I think I set a new record :D

Anyway, this chapter was more of a happy one, though don't worry I did not forgot about her self called problems.

I hope this was good written TENSION.

I was so excited to write this, actually @lizisareader gave me the idea to include Thomas in this chapter by a comment, so thanks a lot!

Have a good day or rest of it!

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