"Then what is it, man?" Oscar rubbed his face in frustration towards his best friend. "They're not her" he shrugged. "But you told her you don't want her!" Pedro slammed his hands on the table as he stood up, "I lied! She's all I want! She's all I think about, even when I want to forget her! She consumes me when she's not even near me"

He looked good, standing in my living room with his plain white T-shirt that hugged his arms just right. The dim golden light from the lamp in the corner of the room illuminating his face. I needed to come right out and say it. "I can't be the only one who notices some sort of tension between you and I." I finally said. After months of trying to put the pieces together and failing so many times, I was driven to insanity. "I mean, I'm going crazy trying to figure you out because you send these extremely mixed signals. I just need you to be honest with me, Pedro. Am I the only one who feels it?" He hesitated. He didn't say a word for what felt like forever. "I would be lying if I said you were." *** watch me make up a bunch of shit about the acting and model industry enjoy :)