Love without colour

Putting my heart on the line

Isabelle P.OV

"Ok, spill, who is he?"

"Who is who?"

I knew what she was talking about but I was trying to claim ignorance. Hillary was like a bloodhound, she could sniff out when someone is hiding something. Funny how she was never able to apply those skills to her own love life.

"Are you seriously gonna sit there and like lie to me? I know you, Izzy, you only ever smile like that when you've got it bad for a guy, so spill."

I rolled my eyes at her, I so do not 'have it bad' for anyone, do I? Hillary was giving me a knowing look and my eyes widen. Noway!

"Oh my god!"

Hillary looked at me with concern.

"Are you ok, Izzy?"

Uh, no!

"Hill, I think I'm in big trouble."

"What do you mean, I don't understand, who is this guy?"

I bit my lips and looked down ashamed. She jumped from the chair she was sitting on and gasped.

"He's not like fifty, with like twelve children and a mistress in every state, is he?"

I looked at her shocked for a minute then I burst out laughing. The look on her face, she was so serious, she actually believe what she was saying. It was funny and insulting.

"What's so funny?" She asked confused.

When I sobered up, I answered her.

"Where do you come up with these stuff? No, he not married with twelve children and a mistress in every state."

I blew out and looked away again.

"He's actually a guy at met at the hospital, three months ago."

Her eyes lit up, but them it dimmed and she frowned.

"Is he like, sick or something?"

"No." I shook my head.

"Then what's the problem?"

I closed my eyes and thought back to the pass three months. After I met him again in the nursery when he was talking to his ex- best friend, we started spending more time together. Of course I thought he was hot, I mean who wouldn't. The dude was crazy sexy, with eyes to drowned in, but I knew he was taken, and it's not like he ever gave any indication that he was the least bit interested in me. I knew we were just friends.

He never talked about his girlfriend and I never asked, our time was spent mainly in the hospital's café. It's not that I wasn't curious, but it just seemed wrong to pry into his personal life. However, I did tell him a lot about myself and my mother, he in turn told me about his parents, who he said hate him. I couldn't understand how his parents could hate him, and when I asked he closed up, so I changed the subject.

I enjoyed spending time with him and I love our little conversation, even if I was the one who was doing all the talking.

"Izzy?"

I looked up at Hillary who was looking at me with concern. I hadn't realise I was staring off into space until she touched me. I smiled hoping not to worry her.

"I'm fine, it's nothing."

"Of course, it's not nothing, whoever this guy is, he's got you all twisted up in knots."

If she only knew. I can't believe that I might be in love with a guy who is so hung up on his girlfriend that he slept in the hospital so that he won't to be too far from her if she wakes up. And to top it off, they've got a kid together. How messed up am I?