I Love You, Best Friend.

Chapter Twenty Six

Archer was up before me, and had make coffee and pancakes with whipped cream. I was eating slowly, and drinking small gulps in between my sighs.

"I hate to see you this way," he said, "it hurts me." 

"I'm sorry." I said, "I'll try to cheer up."

"No sweetie," he said, "it's not like that. I understand that you're upset, I'm just thinking of ways to help you." 

"You're doing incredible," I said and he looked me over to see if I meant it, "I'm lucky." 

"I'm luckier," he said, "you're incredible." He pulled me from my chair and held me against him slowly. I kissed him. He smiled and kissed me back. There was a knock at the door, and I turned slowly. My heart fluttered because I saw her through the window. 

"It's Cat," I hissed. 

"Do your thing baby," he said and walked towards the stairs, "I'll be here." I nodded and walked to the door. I tugged it open and looked her over. She was showered, and changed. She looked small, and fragile. I smiled nervously and she stepped past me into the house. She sat down on the couch, and motioned for me to come sit. I shut the door and grabbed my coffee, making my way to the couch. 

"Hey," she said nervously, "can we talk?"

"Well, you're here," I said in a hard voice. I was positive that keeping my composure would make this easier. For me, at least. 

"Right," she said and leaned back, "about the other night-"

"Don't worry about it," I cut her off, "I've over it." I watched her face change, and then switch again. I wondered what she was thinking about. 

"I know it took a lot to admit, and I want to say thank you. I want you to know that it won't change anything. I want our friendship still." 

"Me too," I said and smiled, "I mean it." She smiled back and I was relieved. There was no choosing and hurting. She was fine, and we were going to be better than okay. 

"I love you," I said smiling, "I missed you."

"Me too," she hugged me and then Archer conveniently surfaced. I smiled at him and he nodded. 

"Can I get you some coffee, Cat?" 

"That'd be great, thank you. Then join us, please?"

"Of course." He said and walked into the kitchen.

"We have a lot to tal about," Cat said, "being bisexual." 

"There's not much to tell," I said, "I like a boy." I realized how rude I sounded and was going to apologize when Archer came back. He handed Cat a coffee and sat down on the couch next to me. I was sandwiched between them. I leaned back and tipped my head back. 

"I've missed so much," Cat said, "Archer, fill me in." Archer began rambling and I felt incredibly awkward. Cat nodded and answered his questions on occasion and I was silent for the majority of the conversation. I felt as if Cat being here was unusual. I'd grown so used to a life without her, and then Archer suggested it: Girls Night In. My heart sunk and I looked at Cat, who had agreed and was waiting on me. 

"I guess," I said in defense, "if Cat wants to, we can." 

"Great!" She yelled, and got up. I realized how much everything had changed. "I'll go over to your place, I'll meet you there in a few. I'll give you two a minute alone." She darted to the door and I looked at Archer. 

"Baby," he said, "it's okay if you're not comfortable."

"No," I stammered, "it's not okay. That's my best friend who just called off her engagement and now knows I was in love with her."