Thunder & Lightning

Rebecca: Part 11

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"I like it where it gets dark at night, and if you want noise, you have to make it yourself."

― H. Beam Piper

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"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" I screamed into my pillow. My phone still in my hand.

I can't believe I just did that. I can't believe he actually said that. Oh gosh.

"Why do you sound so weird?" My cousin and best friend Emma said walking into the room. A large bowl of popcorn in her right hand.

We were currently having a sleepover at her house. We had been in the middle of a movie when Devon called.

And Emma being the sweetheart she is had left the room shortly after the call started to get some snacks. Though, I think that was more of an excuse for her to give me privacy.

"He didn't say something pervy right? Because if he did I'm not afraid to set him straight for you." Emma added while holding her fist up. A playful smile on her face.

I didn't try to hide my eye roll as I watched her throw a punch into the air. She could be such an oddball sometimes. Though I must admit that would be a pretty funny fight to watch.

"He told me that...he likes me," I admitted as I sat up. I hugged the pillow I had been talking into to my chest.

Emma blindly walked over to her bed which I sat on, a confused expression on her face. "Well, duh. Was that supposed to be a secret?"

"You knew?"

Emma scoffed. "I'm blind but I'm not that blind, Bec. I think everyone who's heard you guys together knows." She stated plainly. Her bun of hair bobbled around as she spoke.

Did everyone really know? I wonder what my other 'friends' must think... on second hand, I definitely don't want to know whatever it is they must be thinking. This is so embarrassing.

"Seriously?" I whined as I throw myself down onto the bed again. My dark hair fell into my face as I rolled over to stare up at the ceiling.

I thought I had been doing such a good job hiding whatever was going on between Devon and me, but clearly, the only person I was fooling was myself. I should have just stayed away from him like I originally planned.

"Wait, did you really not know?"

I looked away from the ceiling to glance at Emma. "Not for sure. I mean I suspected, but that was wishful thinking." I sighed.

I can't believe he admitted it. Now he's really made my heart flutter, that jerk. I thought to myself. A ghost of a smile started to spread across my face.

"I thought you liked him, right? So what's the problem?" Emma asked curiously as she sat down at the foot of the bed. Her head tilted like an adorably confused puppy.

I sighed again. I should have known that Emma wouldn't understand. All those romance books she reads have seriously rotted her brain. Her ideas about relationships and love are completely out of touch.

I mean, she actually believes in true love and a forever with someone. All of which is an unrealistic load of crap.

Having someone like me is just not part of my plan. Feelings like those only lead to trouble. And, my life is complicated enough as it is.

I know that, so why do I keep smiling when I picture Devon's stupidly perfect face?

"It's not that simple." I finally settled on saying.