Perhaps people did have a good point in calling me naive. I couldn't believe that I had thought for so long that Courtney didn't like me. Everything felt as though it had changed now, seemingly overnight and I knew I was going to have to work out what I was going to do next. I didn't want to rush anything because I knew that Courtney hadn't had a relationship in a while. I, on the other hand, hadn't had a girlfriend before but just as Courtney was keeping an open mind to it, I was too. 

As much as I could have probably spent a whole day thinking about Courtney, I did need to get on with some more of my art project. I managed to get a new page done with a picture of Eleanor Roosevelt that I had created out of multi-coloured chalk against a black page. 

When Courtney entered the room, I placed down my chalk and she soon walked over to join me. Courtney smiled as soon as her gaze met my own, as though we were perfectly comfortable with one another, now. It was a good feeling. However, despite the comfort that I found with her, I still felt my heart rate escalate whenever she was around. I guessed that was something I would get used to with time...or maybe I wouldn't. Either way, I didn't mind. My heart felt so warm in the knowledge that I didn't just like Courtney- she liked me, too. 

 "How are you doing, bunny?" she asked me, as she came to take a seat beside me. 

"Better now that you're here," I confessed, as she came to take a seat beside me. "Well, I'm glad to hear it." 

Once Miss Mack arrived, it was time for our first and only lesson of the day, so Courtney and I focused our attentions on her. I was glad that it was only a short school day because it meant that Courtney and I would be able to spend more time together after it. 

Courtney was sat right next to me, though, so I had to make sure that I didn't get distracted by her. At least, I had to make sure that I didn't get too distracted by her. Now that I knew my feelings for her, though, it wasn't the easiest of tasks. 

However, Courtney was hard at work on her own art piece, which inspired me to concentrate on my own. 

I managed to get a few pages of the assignment done before the bell rang out to signal the end of class.

Courtney met me outside in the hall and rubbed the back of her neck slightly, as though nervous about something. That was honestly ridiculous, though. If anyone was to get nervous here then it was going to be me. However, I couldn't deny that I had loved every moment that I had spent with Courtney. It filled me with this warm fuzzy feeling and I hadn't felt like that in a long while.

I knew that kiss had meant we were more than friends. Now, though, I wasn't sure what to do with that information.

"Hey," Courtney greeted me.

"Hi," I replied.

Courtney seemed to smile little shyly at me, then.

I smiled back at her.

"Are we okay? Are we still friends?" I wondered aloud.

"Of course we are. You know I would do anything for you. I was just hoping that I hadn't made things awkward after the kiss yesterday," she told me.

I gave a slight shake of my head in disagreement.

"Of course you didn't make things awkward, Courtney. I'm glad you kissed me because...well, I like you too," I admitted.

Courtney's eyes brightened at that.

"You know you can trust me, right? I need to tell you that I haven't done the whole relationship thing in a while though, Phoebe. I need some time. It wouldn't be fair on you to make this out to be something more than it is," she said.

I gave an understanding nod at her words.

"Of course. Friends first," I said.

"Friends first," Courtney agreed.

She then took a step forward to close the distance between us, as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Thank you for being so understanding," she told me.

"Always," I replied.

Courtney soon informed me that she was going to the library to study, which meant that it was about time for me to head home.

I walked our and rushed over to the bus station to save myself from getting rained on too heavily.

The bus soon arrived and I boarded it, so it could take me home.

The whole time I couldn't help but think of Courtney.

I supposed that I was just more drawn to her than I had ever been anyone else in my life and that included Emmy.

I hadn't expected her to change things so much but I was glad that she had.

The bus soon stopped nearby my house and I walked inside to find my mother cooking dinner.

She turned to me with a pleasant smile upon her face.

"I just got Bow to sleep so don't wake him. He had a bad day at school and...I've never seen him have a temper quite like that before," she told me.

I felt my sisterly instincts kick in, as I gradually stirred the tomato sauce for the bolognese.

"Well, did someone upset him at school? I'll sort it out," I said. It could be said that I was protective over Bow.

"What are you going to do exactly, Phoebe? Pick a fight with a six year old?" Callie asked me, as she entered the kitchen.

"I'm prepared to make that sacrifice," I said.

Callie sighed.

"Look, I know you're upset about it. We all are. It'll be alright, though. I have faith," Callie said.

I didn't have many other options that than to believe her. I only hoped Bow would be okay.

Dinner was soon ready so the three of us walked into the kitchen to have it.

I decided that I would check up on Bow soon.