I don't wake up till the next morning, my phone going off beside me. The first thing I notice as I reach over to turn off the alarm is that;

1. I'm in my room.
2. Astor is in the bed beside me.
3. He's shirtless and DAMN he has one hot body.

"Mm." He mumbles as I turn off the alarm and rolls over.

"Wakey wakey, Astor." I whisper in his ear and he jumps awake.

"Where... What... Wait..." He looks at me. "Nevermind." He shakes his head.

"You ok?" I ask.

"Yeah. I just totally forgot that I was here and was wondering who the heck was in my bed." He laughs and I giggle before getting up.

"Where are you going?" He yawns.

"To shower. We have to go to school." I start to get my clothes together.

"Sweetheart, it's Saturday. We don't have school today." He gives me a dumbfounded look and shows me my lock screen. Sure enough, it's Saturday.

"Damn. Well I just woke up for no damn reason." I plop back on the bed and lay down, closing my eyes.

"Maybe you just wanted to wake up to see me." Astor says and I open my eyes to see him hovering over me.

"Boy, get your ego out of your ass." I laugh and throw the blanket up to cover his face and I poke him only for hear an odd sound of a cat dying or something come from under the covers.

"Are you..." I raise an eyebrow. "Ticklish?" A slow smile creeps on my face.

"No!" He answers instantly.

"That's bologna." I smile and poke him again to see him squirm.

"Stop! It's not funny!" He tried to keep a straight face, and manages a few seconds, before bursting into a fit of giggles as I tickle him.

After a few minutes of me winning, I end up under him with him tickling me.

"No! Astor, stop! I'll do anything!" I laugh even more as my cheeks and stomach hurts.

Surprisingly, he stops.

"Anything?" He raises and eyebrow and I almost reconsider.

Is he gonna ask for a kiss? Or more.

Please say he's gonna ask for a kiss. One part of my mind says.

What?! No! The other screams.

"Yes." I answer.

"Hm..." He looks off as if thinking about his options.

"I want you to..." He trails off.

Please be a kiss, please oh please oh please!

No girl. You are entering bad territory.

But he so hot and sweet!

Girl no.

Hell fucking yes! I WANT ASTOR CAMPBELL TO FUCKING KISS ME.

"I want you to make me breakfast."

My heart deflates.

"Ok. Sure." I say unenthusiastically.

I get up and move toward the door when I feel a hand on my wrist.

"What's wrong?" He practice begs, looking concerned.

"Nothing," I turn and walk into the hall, muttering to myself. "Nothing at all."

While my heart just screams out the entire time, I ignore it.

I WANT A KISS YOU FOOL!

You should have told him the truth.

What good would that have made? Making him leave and hate me? Yeah no thanks, I'd like to keep a friend.

But it would at least let him know how you feel.

Yeah well he's the idiot for not noticing the obvious.

Fucking moron.

~~~

After making chocolate chip pancakes for him, I head into my room and lay on my bed.

A few minutes later, I feel the weight of another person beside me but I chose not to open my eyes.

"What's wrong?" His voice cracks with concern.

"Nothing." I state.

"Don't lie, Bex. I know you. And this isn't the Bex I know." He reaches out a hand and I feel the tip of his fingers touch my cheek.

Tell him, Rebecca, or you'll regret it forever.

What are you talking about?! No!

Stop hiding and just tell the poor guy how you feel!

Fine! Ok! I give up!

"I was hoping that when you wanted something, that... You would... Ask me for a kiss..." I bury my face in my pillow.

"Why?" He tone is curious.

"Because I like you..." I mumble.

"Oh, Bex. If only you knew." He looks out at the window, a sad look on his face.

"Knew what?"

"Everything. How I feel, what I feel, just... Everything about me." He sighs.

"Why don't you tell me?" I sit up and face him.

"I can't. Alot of it you wouldn't understand and would hate me for. You'd judge me because of my past. But I can tell you one thing." He looks at me. "Or I can show you." His eyes dart down to my lips and I can't help but look at his. "It's a secret so shhh."

"Rebecca..." He whispers and leans in at the same time I do and we are less than an inch apart when I whisper three words that I've never told anyone. Three words that probably shaped the relationship. Three words that changed everything into something it may or may not should have been.

Ah I got alittle Rastor in there guys. Sorry, no Crebecca today.

What do you guys think?

Are they cute or what?!?

Soon I will have pics of what all of them look like, at least what I picture then as. Feel free to picture them as whom ever you like.

Question for the chapter: What do you think the three words are?

Until next time, loves!

•Marissa