Best Friends?

Rebecca Lockwood, best friend of Damian Coltman. Rebecca's in love with him, she's been in love with him ever since they were little but Damian's too oblivious to notice, or is he?


2. Chapter 2

'Hi mom, dad!' I greeted my parents who were looking a bit too stressed out. 'Hello sweetie, if you're wondering why we haven't left, its because your father here forgot where he put his passport.' She said, 'Found it!' dad screamed behind her. 'It was in the office.' Mom rolled her eyes, it was typical of dad to lose things and find them in the most obvious places. 'We're off now darling.' Said mom. 'Have fun, and oh my friends and I are having a sleepover at the hotel.' I explained, and both of them nodded, and kissed the top of my head goodbye.

I ran upstairs to my room on the 2nd floor and crashed on my bed. I rolled towards my left bedside table where there's a couple of pictures of Damian and I, one when we were really young, and one when I turned 16. He has a picture of us on his bedside too, and one on his desk.

I opened my curtains to find Damian's window already opened, 'he's home.' I whispered to myself. I know, kind of cliche that our rooms are next to each other, well not really but you know what I mean. It's like Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me music video. I opened my windows, and I bet he heard the noise so he stuck his head out. Yeah, my window's pretty noisy.

'Hey Clover.' He greeted. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, he calls me Clover sometimes, cause seven year old Damie said that he was lucky to have me as a best friend. Boom, friend zoned at the age of six.

'Wanna come over?' I asked, 'why not!' He said casually and jumped on the three between our windows and hopped inside my room. We do this all the time.

Once he came in, he jumped on my bed and took the photo of us, like what I did earlier. 'Look at us.' He said. I laid next to him, and both of us looked at the picture together. 'From little toddlers to teenage fucktards.' He laughed. 'Yeah.' I said calmly. 'Forever?' He asked. 'Forever.' I said.

We're best friends. He knows I love him, I know he loves me. But he doesn't know that I'm in love with him, nor does he has those kinds of feelings for me. Am I screwed? Yeah. Pretty much.

You might think that its great to spend time with the love of your life everyday, knowing that he puts you first before anything else. Yeah it is actually. But to love him, to be IN LOVE with him, and to not have him be in love with you back. Its torture. Torture. I've always been there for him when he needed help with girls, not that he's a player, he's not, and that's one of the many things I love about him.

'What are you thinking about?' He asked, waking me up from my little daydream. 'Nothing.' I said, 'liar, your eye twitches when you're thinking of something.' He said, 'does it really?' I asked, 'damn girl, I know you better than you know yourself!' He said. 'Yeah.' I laughed.

'You didn't answer my question.' He said. 'What were you thinking about?' I took the picture frame from his hands, 'us. You and me.' I said. 'What about us?' He asked. 'I don't know, never mind.' I said, shaking my head. 'Fine.' He said.

Something's came to my realisation. I sat up, 'did someone tell Kyle about the sleepover thing?' I asked. 'Oh yeah! What time is it now?' He glanced at his watch and said, '4:45.' He said. 'Shit we're supposed to meet everyone there at 5:15!' I said, taking out my phone and dialling Kyle's number.

Kyle: 'Hey Bex!'

Me: 'Kyle! You're up for a sleepover at Lockwood?'

Kyle: 'I'm in! What time?'

Me: 'Meet us there at 5:15!'

Kyle: 'And you tell me this now because....?'

Me: 'Shut up!'

Kyle: 'Haha alright, see you there. Love you!'

Me: 'Ok, love you too.'

'He's in.' I grinned. 'Pack your stuff and meet me downstairs in 10 minutes!' I ordered. 'I already packed.' He said calmly. 'Great! Now help me pack. Grab my duffle in my closet.' I demanded. 'I'd be better off doing lingerie packing.' I rolled my eyes, 'You're such a pervert Coltman!' He laughed and walked into my closet, taking the Victoria Secret duffle bag with him.

Thank god I already have my travel make up and toiletries bag set up from last week's weekend getaway. Our maid rearranged my clothes, she puts my favourite Pj's on the top shelf, where I cannot reach. 'Let me help you with that.' Said Damian, grabbing my waist and lifting me up. 'Thanks Damie.' I said and kissed his cheeks.

I'm 5"5, and Damian's 6"4. Thats almost a 1 foot difference!

'Everything packed?' He asked. 'Yup. I'll meet you down?' I asked. 'You bet you will.' He winked and went out the window. I chuckled as I walked over to the window to close and lock it.

I grabbed my phone, my purse and my duffle and went downstairs and to my car.

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