*Working* As i layed next to him, i tryed to keep my thoughts clean. "It means nothing." "He is your best friend." But it must mean something. For crying out loud. He is in YOUR bed. His arm under my back. His hand on my waist. "Hey Blondie?" "Yea Blake?" "I like you." "Awh Blake i like you too." i wound my fingers in his long tousled bronze hair. "Blondie let me rephase that. Im falling in love with you." Oh crap. What do i do?