"Uh, some friends from school invited me to a party, well it's like the whole weekend kinda thing, and I was just wondering if I could do both."

"You can do anything you want, Keats, if that's what you're asking."

"Why are you okay with me doing anything I want? Shouldn't you be jealous or SOMETHING? Do you not care?" (Yes, he should be.) "Keats, of course I care. You know I love you, but I think we both know it's more of a best friend kind of love."

"But in your text you said you wanted to have sex with me again."

"No. You said you wished we would have done it all summer. I agreed."

"So do even wanna do it with me again?"

"Well sure, but that's up to you."

"OH MY GOSH! That's NOT what I asked."

"Well, it's my answer. There can't be another answer right now. Long distance relationships don't work, and you still have some growing up to do before you're going to be ready anyways."

"Brooklyn, you are 17 years old. The guy I'm seeing here right now is 18, he thinks I'm grown up just fine!" Shit. I didn't really mean for that to slip out and also, seeing him? I'm not really seeing him. Am I?

"So that's whats this about. You're feeling guilty."

"Why would I feel guilty? We mean nothing to each other, apparently."

"Keats, don't do that. You know I love you."

"Well if you ask me, best friend love sucks." (In this case, it most definitely does. But, still, there is something that keeps drawing them back to each other. Through it all. And why he was Aiden's only real contender for her heart.) I hang up. He texts me.

Brooklyn