Chapter Eleven

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Mike and I are curled up in the window seat in my room, backs to the walls and facing each other. A blanket covers our outstretched legs.

It's been a few weeks since we last hung out. I had spoken with the other guys, and even gone out to the beach with Micky, but Mike and I hadn't been on the most friendly of terms lately.

I'm reading a book, and Mike is staring out my window, out at the rain. Every so often, when I turn a page, I catch him looking at me, this makes me blush and focus back on my reading. He goes back to looking out the window.

"You know something? I think that I may love you." I feel my cheeks turn bright read and I dog-ear the page I'm on so that I don't forget it before I close the book. "I know this is soon, and I know that we're not even dating- God, what I would give to have you." He chuckles and stares back out the window.

"I love the way that you dog-ear the pages in your book when you think they're important or when you need to remember your spot. I love the way you blow the hair out of your face when you're concentrating and can't be bothered. I love the way you get excited for me and my show, even if you don't know what's goin' on." I take his hand, but he pulls away. "

"And I'm sorry, I'm sorry that you don't feel the same way. I won't bother you again." I open my mouth to speak, but he's already standing up and walking out the door. I stare on in utter disbelief.

And I made the biggest mistake in my life that day.

I let go of the only thing I had truely trusted since my mom left.











Well.

*sips tea*

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