My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

15 | Realizations & Apparent Tension Equals Party Demands?

The above picture is of Kaillie's outfit at the end of the chapter, as it was my Pinterest inspiration for its description :3

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Kaillie's POV (not edited)

As I tumbled and turned, I couldn't get my mind over what Abby had said. I've thought about it a lot over the past couple days, I can't seem to get it out of my head. Carter acting like my boyfriend? That's insane. Or is it? Thoughts trip over each other like tumbling footsteps in my mind, and suddenly I'm thrown for a wrench. What if I do like him?

Deciding I can't sleep, I lean over and turn on the lamp on the table beside my bed, rubbing the darkness from my eyes. The white light ignites the light aqua colour of my walls and brings them to life. I need a pen. I need a piece of paper, my mind pulses in need. Finding a pen on my beside table, and a piece of paper on my desk across the room, I sit down at my desk without a tired blur in my eyes. But what do I write? Like a pros and cons list, or just a general list?

I like how he protects me. I like how he cares. I like how he gives me all his attention when I need it. I like how he's there for me, I write down on the paper. All good thing about his personality. Looks wise? Very good. Then another thought pops into my head. And another. I like how he makes me smile. I like his smile and his laugh. I like how he makes me laugh.

I pause in thought before my hand seems to move on its own, writing I like him. Wait what? Shit, did I write that? Oh my. I wrote that. Oh my gosh. What this mean? Seeing my face in a mirror as I turn, I see my wide, light blue, bewildered eyes staring back at me.

Turning back to the piece of paper to review it, I see that all the answers line up to form one direct conclusion. I like Carter. And there's probably nothing I can do about it, who knows how long I've liked him unconsciously. If Abby hadn't been the one to suggest the possibility, I probably would have dismissed anyone else as crazy. I mean, I never thought I'd be the one to clichely to fall for my best friend, but apparently that's happened.

Getting up from my chair, I leave the paper on the desk and turn out the light, I realize that the headache is worse, although some might say it is better. My brain won't shut up, but at least now I know why. I like him, my heart whispers to me I drift off, suddenly tired from my realization.

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Throughout the day, I become conscious of the fact that I seem to be trying to figuring out how to act around Carter after my midnight realization, but I come to the realization that I should just act the same, or at least similar to. I notice he's acting a bit tense too though, so maybe it's not just me. Maybe that stuff with his father is getting to him or something.

After school, we decide to go to my house to just hang out with each other. As Carter and I head to the couch in my living room, settling into the black fabric, Abby goes into the kitchen to get herself a drink.

"Hey, are you okay, Carter?" I ask him, looking him directly in the eye to see if I can read him. As I look into the blue of his eyes, it looks like he's stuck in the water, as if he's here, sitting beside me, but also there, in the depth of all his thoughts.

It takes him a moment to answer, before he tells me, "I'm working on it, Kace," with a sincerity in his voice that could never be faked.

"Alright, good," I say with a small smile as I hear Abby walking toward the living room.

"That's it!" Abby declared with finality, dramatically stepping into the room with the sound of a freshly-opened can of pop and a defiant click of her heels on the floor, "We're going to Blake's party on Saturday."