Just say it

I can tell that Rosaline wants to lay beside me. Not just like a sleepover, but like, lay with me. She doesn't need to tell me she loves me in that way, but I know it. I don't quite understand, but whatever she's feeling, I wish it's happening every second of my life.

"Alright. Up we go, princess" I pick her up and carry her to her room and place her on her bed carefully like glass. "Rose? You good?" I can hear her breath from her laying down all the way to my ears when I'm just standing and looking at her like a manikin.

Rosaline's POV

I'm breathing heavily for some reason. Am I nervous? Maybe that's it. He carries me like this only for special occasions. Well, that's what I like to call, at least.

"I'm fine. Just... I didn't know you were capable of carrying me all the way. Like, you were only able to do it for only about 10 seconds when we were younger. But—"

"Yeah, Rose. We were younger. I can run around an entire football field. Carrying a teenage girl shouldn't be that hard. You're a feather weight." I pat the bed to make him lay next to me on my bed. My parents got a big bed for me since he's been sleeping over often. I'm surprised they let us do that.

For a while, we stared into each other's eyes. His eyes are so beautiful. Too beautiful to be a boy's eyes. That smoky green eyes sparkling almost like emeralds. And his soft curled front hair that I either play with or fix. And, and... What's up with his brows? Those thick brows are so... That's what makes him so cool or handsome or... It just suits him. It even attracts other girls. I get jealous, a lot, but he didn't seem to have interest in them. Except, I keep on thinking of this 'girl' that he addressed when he was asked out in second grade. I mean, what am I thinking? It's been 15 years. Ugh. Who is it if he says that he is not dating anyone because he cares about me the most?

I wonder if she's me...

No.

It's not like we signed a contract to stay as best friends and best friends only. I'm just... I guess I'm jumping to conclusions.

"Rosaline Evans, I need to tell you something." oh no. He used my full name. When he does that, that is usually not a good thing. It's a heavy conversation. "Rose? Can we talk?" he widened his green eyes, shining from the thunder every couple of seconds or so.

"Yeah. Come at me."

"So yeah, we've been together for like, forever, and you're literally the only human I need in my life. I don't say that I love you because you're like a sister or something. I say that because I mean it. Every single time. I just couldn't say it the way I meant it, all these years. Rosaline, I love you like fucking bad, you know?" I saw a tear roll down his face, horizontally. He's serious, I can tell he then buried his face in my breast like a little boy crying. "I hope you understand." he mumbled.

"I mean every word too. the same way. I don't know how fucking bad you love me, but I fucking love you too much to understand. Why didn't you tell me years ago?" I held his head by my breasts. I can feel his warm breath on it. I kissed his brown curled hair and either where he got this hairstyle. Do German boys tend to have this hair? I mean, his dad has it. It's cute though. I don't want him to change it.

We shared each moment together until my parents came back. They came to take a sneak peek eventually, but just saw us sleeping next to each other like when we were kids having a sleepover.

"They never change." I think that's my dad.

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We're not dating, but we love each other. I like it. It's a start.

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