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"Where are you going?" David groaned from the bed as I pulled my shoes back on. I glanced into Corinna's mirror, mostly to keep an eye on David but also to shake out my tangled hair and make me look the slightest bit presentable.

"I have to run some errands this morning," I told him, turning to face him once I looked okay. "Do you want to come?"

"Where are you going?"

"Um," I thought for a minute whether or not I should tell him the actual plan, but decided against it. I didn't want to look like I was trying for his affection or anything. "Just the bank, and a couple more places."

"I'll go," he told me, pushing some of his messy brown hair up off his forehead. "Do you want to get ready first? I need to brush my teeth."

"Well, my car's at your house, and so are all my things except my phone," I explained, and then nodded. "So yes, I guess. We can go to yours, and I'll just borrow some of your clothes. I look kinda crazy."

"You do," he laughed, rolling out of Corinna's bed and not even attempting to make it. He threw his corner of the comforter back up near the pillows and nodded to himself, as if it were perfect. I rolled my eyes and fixed it to look a little better. I knew Corinna had gifted us her bed out of the kindness of her heart, and I didn't want to be rude and leave it unhinged and crazy for her. "Can we talk about something?"

"Sure," I giggled, looking around the room to make sure everything looked halfway decent.

"You said you loved me last night," he stated as a fact. I stood silently for a second, not knowing exactly what he wanted me to respond.

After realizing he wasn't going to add anything to his statement, I said, "Yeah."

"Well, was it true?" he asked in a 'duh' tone, like I should've known exactly what he was asking me from just those words.

"Not if you keep sassing me," I replied with a chuckle. "Can we go? I have to be somewhere by eleven, okay?"

"Hey, I'm serious," he grabbed my hands to stop me from moving towards the door. "Can you look at me?"

I almost sassed him for treating me like a four year old, but I chose not to. Instead, I looked him in the eyes and he said, "I love you."

I knew. I knew last night when he told me I was his best friend that what he really meant was I love you, but it still felt good to hear it.

"I love you, too," I smiled, giving him a quick hug (and no kiss, because we hadn't brushed our teeth yet). "We still need to talk about it, though. Now, let's go. You take forever to get ready."

"Talk about what?" David half laughed, grabbing his keys from the counter. We shut and locked Corinna's door and made our way back down to the parking lot. "I was right, and you were wrong. Pretty simple stuff."

"I was never wrong," I scoffed, slapping him on the arm for even thinking that. "I felt what I felt. That doesn't make me wrong or crazy. Actually, maybe the Kendall thing was a little crazy, but you have to admit you were hanging out with her because she's more famous than me to passive aggressively prove your point that it's not a big deal to be friends with you. I know that's what you were doing, David. I know you."

"Okay, maybe I hung out with her to prove a point," he sighed, climbing into the car once he was sure I was in on my side. "But, still, it did prove my point, didn't it? Famous people can be friends with me, and it doesn't increase their fame. I—buckle your seatbelt, Evie—uh, what was I saying? Oh, yeah! I liked her, though. She was really nice. Have you ever met her?"