1 Night, 5 Hearts

Chapter 2 || Heart to Heart with Darth Vader

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"Emmett, have you seen my shoe?" Bryan calls from the hall. I decided to go to his house early hoping to help set up. However, being Bryan, he has already been set up for the party for the last few hours. So, now I'm lounging on his unmade bed waiting for him to get ready, which takes just as long as Anna. He even shouts the same questions at me. I just want to scream to the both of them 'No, I don't know where your shoes are! No, I haven't seen your cute bow earrings with the pink diamonds! Yes, I have been bored out of my mind waiting for you to hurry up and get dressed!' But I won't.

Bryan comes through his door, his golden brown hair sticking out every which way, his tie loose around his neck, and green eyes focused on the one black shoe in his hand. "Hey, Emmett have you seen a shoe that looks like this, but it's for my right foot?" He asks, pointing to his wiggling toes.

"Nope," I tell him, putting my emphasis on the 'p' to make it pop. His burrow frowns.

"Shoot. Can you help me find it? Everyone will be here soon and I still have to get my hair done, tie fixed, and double check to make sure everything is in order down stairs, again," he lists, getting more and more anxious. I couldn't help, but roll my eyes at the last item on the list. Gosh, he's a perfectionist. I get up from my spot to walk over to his hyperventilating self.

"Sure. Just relax, okay. Breathe in and out," I say demonstrating the recommended breathing pattern for anyone in a freak out mode. He nods. That's one thing I like about Bryan even though he gets worked up about everything, and I do mean everything, the second you ask him to chill he does. No defense. No excuses for why he's freaking out. He just lets out a breath and smiles.

"Thanks. I don't know why I'm losing it. I'm mean it's just a shoe." As if to further make his point, he tosses the shoe into his closet and grabs out another pair that actually looks better than the ones he had originally been looking for. "And besides I have thrown enough parties to know everything down there is in tip top shape, right?" He questions for a seconded. I quietly nod.

"So, why all the fuss?" I ask because something about this minor melt down seems different than the last thousand. I suddenly gasp mockingly. "Could it be? Does, our little, Bryan have his first ever date tonight at the party?" I ask, not really wanting to hear the answer, but somehow needing to torture myself with the upcoming confession.

"No." I can't help the small smile that forms on my lips from immediate relief. "Gosh, how un-classy and horrible would that be for a first date?" He says to the mirror looking at me. "It would be like, hey I'll pick you up at 8, so you can come by my house and meet all of my friends, even some people I don't know. They can spend hours gawking at you, interrogating you, and judging you, while I try to get rid the air of the awkwardness placed upon the situation. Can I hear a, oh-hell-no! And besides, you know I don't date. It's a distraction."

"Whatever Bryan. I was just checking."

"Speaking of dates and relationships, how are you and Anna doing? Coming up on one year and a half now, right?" He nudges me. Out of all the people in the world, I really don't want to be talking to Bryan about Anna and I. I would rather sit down and try to have a heart to heart with Darth Vader. Okay, hold up that would be hysterical. Anyway back to the point. Yes, Bryan is one of my best friends, but it's a little more complicated than that.

"Fine. I guess." He finally stopped fixing his hair in the mirror and turned all the way around to give me a look that pretty much screamed 'whatch you talkin' 'bout Willis?'.

"What happened, now? I thought you two were good. I know Anna loves you, so what's the problem?"

The problem is I don't love her. I love you, ya' big idiot!

Yes. Okay fine. I'll admit it to my conscious. I am in love with Bryan Davis. I have been in love with him for a little over a year and a half. I would love more than anything to tell him and accept it. I would love it even more if he reciprocated the feelings, but I'm not a complete moron. Wow. I just used the word love a lot! Sorry. As I was saying. I know I'm crushing on someone, who will never love me the way I love him, but I can be the best friend. I can stand by his side.

I stupidly started dating Anna as soon as I realized what I was feeling for Bryan was more than friendship. I found out she loved me and couldn't stop. I mean, I love Anna too and I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She means too much to me. On top of that, my mom and dad were so immensely happy; they would never understand if I told them 'Oh mom and dad, by the way I don't like girls.' It's not that I don't like girls. I think they are beautiful, and fascinating. Anna and Celsey will always hold a special place in my heart just not the place everyone would assume. They're my sisters and best friends. So for a second take a step into my stupid shoes and imagine dating and kissing your sister. Yuck, right! Yeah, welcome to my life for the past year and a half, as everyone likes to remind me, and it's my own damn fault.

"She loves me, yes, but I don't really love her that way. At first, I thought I did and after a while it became habit, a routine, so I never broke it off," I finally answered Bryan's question.

"Wait. Hold on one second," he said, getting riled up. Oh boy. This is going to be fun. "You mean to tell me you kept dating my friend out of routine," he yelled.

I winced and nodded.

"That is on a new level of messed up. You need to tell her. She will be crushed and this may put up temporary walls in friendships, but if she was ever really your friend you need to tell her this relationship is going nowhere or else you are just further damaging her heart and preventing her from finding someone that does return the feelings she has."

"It's not like I meant for any of this to happen," I said, trying to reason with him.

"But you didn't stop it. Wait, is there someone else?" My face must have betrayed me because just as I was about to lie my way out, he threw his comb at my head.

"What was that for?" I ask, rubbing the new sore spot on my forehead.

"You break it up tonight or I will!" He said finally, crossing his arms and giving me a pointed look. To be honest it is scary as hell when he looks like that.

"Okay, don't get your boxers in a twist," I tell him.

"Good. Sorry, remember I am a friend to the two of you and that was bound to become complicated eventually. Now, who is the lucky girl?" And just like that we were back to normal.

"I'm not saying one word until the party and my relationship with Anna has ended."

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