"We're friends," he says, and she smiles. Their hands find each other and their fingers entwine together immediately. He kisses her hair, her forehead, her cheeks, and like always, his lips find hers. She knows neither of them are looking for anything serious right now, but the thought still lingers somewhere in the back of her mind. She wonders why those other, insignificant girls were worthy enough to be considered girlfriends and why she wasn't. Sure, he was attracted to her enough. The boy can't keep his hands off of her. He remains elusive when she asks why he likes her so much.

"If you meet a nice guy, you should go out with him. Seriously, I mean it."

That catches her off guard. She gently wraps her arms around his neck. "But I want you."

He looks away and shakes his head. "I'm not a good guy. Just the things I do, how I am. You're a good person though."

"But why?" she asks.

"You don't want me. I'm not committed to anything. I haven't been...since a long time."

That doesn't bother her in the least bit. She presses her lips to his. After they break away, he looks her straight in the eye. "Promise me?"

She smiles mischievously and shakes her head.

It's like we're more than just friends but still less than lovers, she thinks to herself. If only you knew...if only you knew I'm starting to fall madly in love with you.

"We're friends," he says, leaning in to kiss her. "Friends."