Best Friend

Chapter 3- Ben

"B-Ben." I spluttered, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He chuckles. "Hello to you too. It's been a while."

"Y-yeah." My voice is a lot softer and timider than I was hoping for. I was doing my best not to shake.

He smiles. "How have you been? How are you and your boyfriend?" He is always like this. Good night, how could I forget how sweet he is.

"Fine, I guess," I say, trying to shrug away the fluttering beat of my heart.

"Just fine?" He says, his face morphing into a worried expression.

"Yeah," I say, but I'm starting to doubt it myself. Why would I feel like this around Ben if I really love Lucas? I think back to high school. Ben and I had always been friends, pretty much best friends ever since I met him sophomore year. And I had always had a bit of a crush on him but pushed it away. I mean, he's so much better than me, sweeter, smarter, more patient, kinder, a better musician, a better actor, a better teacher, just a better person than I ever was or ever will be.

I was pulled out of my memories by Ben waving his hand in front of my face. "Hey, you there? You okay?" He looked worried. Of course, he was worried. That's just him.

"I'm fine." Why did I keep saying that word? I hate it. It's such a lie. I'm not fine. Not at all.