With your parents out of town when there was a psycho killer attacking Lakewood, they didn't want you to stay home alone. Before they left town, they dropped you off at the Foster's who would take care of you whilst your parents were gone. You didn't mind though seen as you were good friends with their son Noah, even if you like him a little more than you should like a friend.

The two of you spent the whole evening watching horror movies and eating junk food, something that you tended to do every time you spent time together anyway, but this time you were staying the night. His parents had given you extra bedding and their blessing to share their sons room, knowing how awkward he was almost certain that nothing untoward would happen.

"Um... you can have the bed, I'll just sleep on the floor," Noah offered, grabbing one of the extra pillows and dropping it onto the floor.

You shook your head. "It's okay Noah, we can just share the bed. It's big enough for the both of us, as long as you don't snore too much."

His face paled slightly as he cleared his throat. Noah tried to keep a calm expression on his face, but it was faltering with every second.

"No... no... it's okay, I don't mind taking the floor," he stated. "I don't want to intrude on your personal space."

You cocked an eyebrow at him. He was one of your best friends and you had never seen him act so peculiar before. He was a peculiar person in general but even this was weird for him.

"I really don't mind, it'd be comfier for both of us," you offered softly. "Anyway, it's your bed, I should be the one to sleep on the floor."

"Really, I'd much rather just sleep on the floor."

"Why?" You asked. "You're acting really odd."

He took a deep breath. "I don't think I can tell you."

You offered him a gentle smile, wanting to know what was making him act so weird.

"You can tell me anything, Noah."

Once again, he paused before showing you his concerned expression, one that he had quite often but this time it was stronger.

"I think you're really pretty," he said.

"Thank you?"

He let out a sigh. "No... I mean yes. You're really pretty but I've kind of liked you for a long while and I'm scared I'm going to screw up our friendship."

You let out a laugh. He had liked you for a while and you had liked him. If only one of you had had the guts to admit your feelings.

"Well I've liked you for the longest time too," you grinned. "Come on and lie down next to me and we can talk and if you're lucky we can even cuddle."

Noah smiled, sitting down next to you, pulling the quilt over him too, leaving the two of you to talk and snuggle for the rest of the night until you fell asleep.

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Written by Charlotte.

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