It has been two days since I confessed my feelings to Brendan, and I haven't said one word to him.

I still really, really like him... Maybe more than before if that's even possible. I like him so much, I freeze up whenever we talk. I'm afraid that I'll say the wrong thing, insult him, or be awkward. He's so amazing I don't want to mess this up.

A slightly intoxicated Aria pulls me out of my thoughts as she barges through the door. I pick my head up from the pillow that is propped on my bed.

"Where have you been?" I question.

She closes the door behind her and wobbles to her bed that stands directly across from mine. "I was with Alex."

I could have guessed.

I position myself to face her as I lay on my bed. As a person who doesn't drink often, it sure is entertaining to watch someone who's tipsy.

I figure that she won't want to talk any more and that she'll fall asleep right when her head hits her pillow, but she surprises me when she speaks again. "Where have you been?" She raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that?" My senses become heightened since she might be talking about Brendan.

"He's been looking for you everywhere and it's getting annoying."

Brendan has been looking for me?

"Why hasn't he come here, then?" I ask.

"I guess he thinks that you don't have feelings for him anymore." She throws her shoes to the side of the room before she gets under her covers.

"That's not true." I sit up in my bed.

"Well, you honestly haven't made an effort to see him... It's understandable that he feels that way."

I groan, "I don't know what to talk to him about."

Aria gives me a crazy-eyed look. "Aren't you good friends? You always have something to say to each other."

"Yeah," I pause to think. "Now it's different, though."

"How so?" She questions.

"Now that we have actual feelings for each other," I stray from my train of thought.

Brendan is still the same Brendan I've known since day one. I'm still the same person he has known since day one.

"You're right." I tell her. "It isn't different, but for some reason I feel weird around him."

"That feeling is coming straight from your nerves." She explains. "You probably like him so much, you feel like you can't even look at him without feeling that way."

Aria's words sound like she's speaking straight from my heart. I guess I give her a confused look, because she continues before I can say anything.

"That's exactly how you feel, isn't it?" She smiles and shuts her eyes. "Because that's how Brendan described it. He feels the same way."

~

I knock on the door in front of me, and as I wait for it to open, I take a deep breath.

I can talk to Brendan. It's not that hard.

"Hey." Brendan appears at the door. "Wasn't expecting to see you anytime soon."

"Why not?" I ask as I walk past him into his dorm room.

I see Alex sitting on the couch while on his laptop, so I decide to sit next to him.

"Hey Tori." He speaks while still staring at the glowing screen.

I adjust quickly to his nickname for me, "Hey." I smile as I watch the moving pictures on the TV.

Brendan walks over to me and takes my hand, making me stand from the couch. I look at him with my eyebrows furrowed as he gestures that I follow him to his room.

I sit down on his bed as he closes the door behind him. He paces over to me and sits down next to me, taking my hand into his.

Our touch is sending what feels like fire through my veins; a familiar feeling that he gives me.

"Why did you really come over?" He asks me.

"I missed you." I speak without hesitation. I truly did miss him.

He smiles and rubs circles along the top of my hand. "I missed you too." He pauses and looks down at our intertwined fingers. "Why haven't you talked to me these past few days?"

This time, I hesitate. Do I tell him that he makes me so nervous that I can't think of anything to talk about? Or do I tell him that I was simply busy.

Before I can decide which one does the least amount of damage, my brain chooses for me. "I don't know, Brendan. You just make me really nervous, so I didn't know how to continue with this."

"With what?" He asks.

"Us." I blink a few times as I look down from his eyes.

"I think I have an idea where to start." His words make me look up into his eyes.

He slowly brings his hand to the side of my face and pulls me closer to him. Both our eyes flicker shut before his lips touch mine.