"More than a friend?" Victor laughed off as he laid in his bed.
He thought about it and as he went on, he started to doubt himself.
"It can't be right?" He started to worried.
"No no no definitely not. She's just a friend. Just a friend." He kept repeating the words in his mind.
He fell deeper into thought and soon he was feeling the butterflies in his stomach.
He covered his face with his pillow as his cheeks were rushed with blood.
"Why!" He rose up as he threw his pillow.
"So I actually like her?" He lays back.
"Of all people- nah I actually don't have that much friends." He giggles with a bit of shyness.
"But really? How?" He questioned himself.
"I should ask Sammy tomorrow. He should know." He calms himself down.
He took a deep breathe.
"Kyrell..." He whispers.
