It's Hard to say I Love you. *A KOTLC Fanfiction*

Adorable Werewolf

I hope you're ready for almost 2500 words of pure fluff, because that is what this chapter is.

Balloons. Balloons everywhere.

Biana was so going to regret being born. She was currently in a laughing fit on the floor, practically choking on air, desperately trying to even out her erratic breathing. "I did-- didn't order... ord- order this-- these-- all of... balloons." I could only catch snippets of her words, her state of hysteria making her sentence all choppy. "One... one-thou-- thousand ba... I didn't... This wasn't-- not planned. I... balloons were-- I messed up."

"Oh really? I hadn't noticed. You know why? BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING BECAUSE THERE ARE BALLOONS EVERYWHERE!" Screaming at Biana was probably not the right choice, because it only pushed her into a deeper state of laughter. It didn't help that one particular balloon kept hitting me on the face. "What were you thinking? Why did you do this?!"

Propping herself up, Biana took several seconds to compose herself. "Well, I didn't exactly plan for this to happen. It was a mistake. Oops."

"Oops? OOPS? How do you 'accidentally' order one-THOUSAND balloons embroidered with Sophie + Keefe = SoKeefe Forever? How could that possibly be an accident?!" Biana almost began giggling again, before catching herself.

"It was a prank!" Biana cried-- literally cried, as there were tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. "I meant to order ten! I meant... There was only supposed to be ten..." Her voice fell to a whisper, and she sounded totally awe-struck. "This is a lot more than ten..."

"Well golly gee, I hadn't noticed." I spat. "We can't even move around the room? What are we going to do with these?" My voice softened at the end, and I sank down next to Biana. For a mere second, I let myself enjoy the utter absurdity of this situation. If I wasn't so panicked, It would actually be quite funny. As it were...

I felt Biana shift next to me, and I glanced over at her, looking as she pulled out her phone. Curiously, I leaned over her shoulder, trying to figure out what she was doing. When she opened her camera, I rolled my eyes. There were a few clicks, which meant she was taking pictures. Great. This moment was going to be immortalized forever. "One-thousand balloons." She murmured, and I barked out a laugh.

"One-thousand balloons." I agreed.

"Did you see the look on the delivery woman's face?" Biana asked, angling her body to face me.

I nodded, ducking my head at the memory.

Three solid knocks grabbed my attention, causing me to look at the door. My first thought was that Biana had locked herself out again, so I wasn't too concerned by the unexpected intrusion. My second thought was it might have been Keefe coming early for out Harry Potter session, which made me a bit anxious as my room, while not inherently messy, was not a clean as it would have been in an ideal world.

Looking back, I wish more than anything that it would have been Keefe.

Because when I opened the door, I was met by an unfamiliar face of a middle-aged woman, holding a huge handful of balloons. "Delivery for Biana Vacker?" I narrowed my eyes. There appeared to be about 50-ish balloons, and I wouldn't put it above Biana to pull a prank. Her next words were what startled me. "The rest are coming up, but they wouldn't all fit in the elevator. Can I get a signature?"

"Oh, I'm not... Biana's my roommate... Can I ask, uh, exactly how many balloons Biana ordered?" I shifted of my feet, worried at what my excentric best friend might have done.

The woman glanced down at the clipboard in her hand, eyes scanning before responding. "One-thousand balloons." I froze. "Is there a problem?" The woman asked, observing my horrified state.