Time For Change?

Fake Kiss??

**** Devon's POV ****

"Do you wanna try?" She asks, her expression without a hint of humor.

"... Ave-" and in a split second she is already mere inches from my lips and getting closer. I look into her determined eyes as she leans closer.

Ring Ring!

She backs away while I answer my perfectly timed phone call.

"Hello?" I nod, agreeing to what she was saying.

"..." I look over at Avery. "I love you too." I say hesitantly as she whips her head in my direction.

"Hey, umm-"

"I was just joking." She says brushing the subject off immediatley but, I peer into her eyes to notice her pupils have gotten bigger.

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"Thanks for driving me home." She says forcing a smile.

I return the smile equally forced, watching her stagger to her front door as she gives me one last wave of goodbye.

Instead of leaving her driveway right after I drop her off I linger, thinking about what happened earlier. How she offered to kiss me and how her pupils dilated when she said she was 'joking'.

***** Avery's POV *****

I can't believe I asked him that?

I run straight for my room, grabbing a towel. I take a long hot shower trying to clear my head of everything.

I let out a sigh as the warm water strikes my tense muscles. I start scrubbing my body vigorously when the memories of what Nate did to me come back. After looking like a raisin I step out of the shower looking like I have a rash.

I quickley change into my penguin pajamas and topple over my squishey bed.

"You really are an idiot Avery." I cuss under my breath.

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"We need to talk." Emma says stepping into my room.

"About?" I ask casually.

"Did Nate really do all those things to you?"

"You think I would lie about something like that?" I state growing angry.

"No, you're right. I'm sorry. I just didn't think he would do all those things to you and why you didn't tell me." She replies shutting her eyes in guilt. "I would've done something, I would've-

"No. I wouldn't have wanted you to get involved with my screwed up relationship with him, It's all in the past now." I break her off.

"What kind of best friend am I?" She weeps, face palming into her hands. I take a seat next to her, patting her back. "I should be doing this for you." she shakes her head.

"I'm sorry too; I didn't tell you." I start. "It's about time..." I release most of the secrets I've been keeping from her all these years.

"He's only here temporarily. He's going back to Australia in 3 days." Emma says in relief.

"A lot can happen in 3 days." I utter, fondling with my fingers.

"You can tell me anything Ave. OK?" She smiles waiting for me to agree.

"I know. I have something else to tell you... I tried to commit suicide about a week ago but, Devon saved me." she gasps placing her hands over her mouth.

"You like him don't you?" she winks while nudging me with her elbow.

"I don't know. He's always there for me and he never disappoints with his comforting hugs. I'm sheltered in them so often I feel like it's a second home for me. Then, his sense of humor always has the perfect timing, making the heavy, suffocating air disappear."

"Anything else?" she smirks.

"He's so incredibly talented. He can play countless intruments but when you hear his voice it's heavenly. If I were to choose to listen to him or Coldplay I would pick Devon."

"That's saying a lot soming from you." She widens her eyes in shock.

"Although... I'm getting more and more uncomfortable around him." I admit. "Everytime he looks at me, my heart does all kinds of strange things. Thumping, flipping, skipping beats. What do I do?" I question as my heart beats faster just talking about him.

She sucks in her breath. "Oh, you've got it bad hon." she states but quite happily.

"Got wha-"

"L.O.V.E." she spells it out.

"No, I doubt it. I can't feel that way about him. He's like a... B-brother to me." I scowl at her, or myself.

"That's what Selena Gomez said about Justin Bieber." she smirks.

"Shut up." I hit her with a pillow. While she smacks me back even harder in the face.

"You started it!" she giggles. For the next 5 minutes we just hit each other with not so soft pillows while bouncing up and down on my bed.

We fall, panting on my bed with our arms and legs sprawled out like a star.

"I..." Emma turns her head to me. "I'm not gonna fall in love again."

"That's not something you can control." she lectures.

Do you think she can control her growing feelings? Or is Emma right?

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