I Never Want to Lose My Best Friend

Have You Ever Really Danced On The Edge

Jaime hugged me for some time, before dragging me to the back room to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Mike was of course hosting this movie get-together. They had popcorn, beer, and some candy. He really fucking loves this series. I love it as well, but him, he's a huge fan. He has a deathly hallows sign tattooed on his palm, then a ghetto Hedwig on the top of his thigh, and a portrait of Harry Potter himself on his other thigh. I would know this, because he wears the shortest booty shorts ever. His drunk tattoo is by far my favorite of his tats. Its a dick mowing a lawn. Why he got that i have no idea.

After the movie ended, literally only Mike and I were up. We decided to fangirl about HP, because we're awesome like that. He told me about this shop in Illinois that was strictly fandom related. HP wands, shirts, costumes, even Bertie Bott's every flavor beans. Everything you could imagine.

"So if you have free time when we get to Chicago, you want to go there with me?" Mike asked.

"Sure, that would be awesome! Is there any other fandom related things?" I questioned.

"Yeah, I think so. I was only in for a few minutes, but I think there was a bit of Doctor Who, Lord of the Rings, and Pokemon. Some Nintendo themed things as well, but mainly Harry Potter which is why I loved it so much there!" He exclaimed.

We were getting a bit too loud, causing Tony to cough and stretch. Jaime had fallen asleep leaning on Vic, but was now cuddling with him on the couch. I kind of concerned me that he was cuddling with someone else, but it was just Vic, so I thought it was kind of adorable. Vic was drooling on his arm, and thank god Tony was sleeping with his face in the pillow, otherwise everyone would still be up I'm sure.

"Uh.. Want to go to the other room and talk? So we don't wake them up?" I whispered. He nodded his head. I took a quick picture of Jaime and Vic, before leaving the room. Aww so cute.

I dragged him into the living room plopping down on the couch. He sat down next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I'm fine with this, but I hope he doesn't think he's getting anywhere... We turned on the TV to watch Cupcake War, because I was becoming very addicted to it lately!

"Hey, Kas? This is a really stupid question, but... What would you do if I kissed you right now?" Mike quizzed me, while staring down out my now confused expression.

"Um, probably punch you, because I'm sober and I'm dating one of your best friends?" I asked as a sarcastic question. He bobbed his head, slowly turning back towards the screen. This is starting to get awkward... I thought he was over me anyhow... I'm not just a fucking game he can play... He's such a player too... Ugh, now I'm getting pissed. I sighed loudly in annoyance.

"What doll face?" He questioned me.

"Nothing, just... I'm not a fucking toy you can play with, then throw away ya' know?... I have feelings and opinions too... I thought you legitimately cared about me... clearly you don't if you think I'm just going to be melted putty for you to fuck around with when ever you feel like it... that really hurts me..." I started raising my voice at him, crossing both my arms, and legs. He pulled away his arm and leaned forward contemplating carefully on his next words.

"Kasandra...listen... I'm sorry for my actions... It's just... I can't fucking help myself... I try so fucking hard to resist my urges and just... I act on some of them... I'm a stupid fucking dick head, I know... Your probably going to call me a cockstar for the rest of my life and for that I deserve... but just... hear me out. I do care about you, I care a fucking lot about you. I would never want to lead you on, then throw you away... I thought if I got drunk and got this other girls I could forget about my feelings towards you, but, turns out it only made them worse. All I can do is think about you... I can't get you off my mind... So, since I will most likely have to live with these feelings for awhile... If I cross the line, just tell me to fuck off cause in being a massive man whore, alright? I'll walk away and cool down. Collect my dignity, or what's left of it, before approaching you again... I really am sorry Kas..." His voice cracked with each time he said sorry.

If he fucking cries, I will literally be the worst flipping person ever... Fuck. My. Life.

Mike looked the other direction, while wiping his cheek. That's it. I'm disgusted with myself. The poor guy really does love me and I'm being a total cunt.

"Man... I'm sorry for snapping... I'm a terrible friend. I get how it feels to like someone and having them not like you back. Except, in my case, he never loved me during the whole relationship... The fucking bastard cheated with four other sluts, then dumped me through text while he was fucking two of them... So... I'll go easy on ya', I promise." I reassured him. He smiled down at me with tear stained cheeks.

"Come here. This always makes me feel better." I had Mike lay down in front of me, then wrapped my small frame around his long lanky figure. Being the small spoon made me feel safe and loved. I figured he could use some comfort.

"Mucho gracious Kas... for understanding and listening to me bicker." He thanked me.

"Shhh... No tears, just dreams." I cooed as he intertwined his fingers with mine, pulling my arm close to his chest.