Blaze's POV:

Scottie was acting weird, like really weird.

Ever since 2 days ago, he's been acting really strange. Now, I don't know what went down that day, but the only thing I know is that he visited Parker in the hospital and ever since then he's been distant.

I've tried to ask him why, but anytime I bring it up, he shrugs me off and walks away. It's super frustrating that he is supposed to be my boyfriend yet he won't come to me when something's wrong.

He needs to know he can talk to me, about whatever it is that happened 2 days ago.

I was currently devising a plan on how to get him to talk to me. So far, I had come up with a list with 5 ideas on it, but none of them seemed good enough.

Ideas to get my boyfriend to stop being an Idiot and talk to me:

1-Corner him at school and don't let him leave until he tells me

2-Get someone to "kidnap" him and as ransom demand an answer

Okay, the second one is slightly illegal, but hey, I'm a desperate girl.

3-Pretend I'm Parker and text Scottie asking what's wrong and trick him into telling me

4-Leave a hidden camera in his room and spy on what he's doing to reveal himself

5-Hire a hitman to torture it out of him

Ugh!

I slammed my head against my desk in frustration. Immediately, I rubbed my forehead. I was an idiot that would probably be walking around with a bruise on my forehead tomorrow.

I knew none of these ideas were going to work, but my brain was in off mode right now since it's a Saturday and I don't have school. I can only think of good ideas during the week.

Sighing, I crumpled the piece of paper and threw it in my trash can yelling "Kobe" but missed it completely and groaned again.

Great, now I have to get up and throw it away. I really didn't want to get up. My desk chair was super comfy. I stuck my leg out trying to reach the paper with my foot, but had no luck. I stretched as far as I could, almost falling off my chair in the process, but still couldn't reach it.

Reluctantly, I stood up from the spot at my desk, and stretched my back before walking the 3 feet to my trash can and throwing the stupid piece of paper away.

On my way back, I miscalculated a step and tripped on a stray pair of shorts I forgot to throw in my hamper last night. I slammed my chin on the floor and a metallic taster entered my mouth.

Great, I rolled my eyes.

 This day was not going well for me. With the rest of my dignity I managed to scrape off the floor, I dragged myself over to my bed and hopped under my covers deciding that a nap would do me good.

Just as I was about to drift off into dreamland, there was a knock at my door.

"Who is it?" I grumbled.

"Albert Einstein, now open up." My brother didn't bother for me to tell him to come in, he just walked in on his own. "Just walk right in won't you?" I muttered sarcastically from under the covers.

"I would've waited for you to let me in, but I had a feeling you wouldn't. Now, are you going to tell me why I just heard a bunch of loud bangs come from your room or are you going to ignore me and stay under your covers?" I could feel his stare through the sheets.

"Uhm, option 2?"

He chuckled at me. Realizing I had no other choice, I sat up from my spot and glared at my brother. "Thanks for interrupting my nap," I muttered.

"I just wanted to make sure my little sister was doing okay. I know that you've been having a tough time with everything that's been happening lately, and I wanted to come check on you."

"Plus, the noises coming from your room were slightly concerning," he said with a laugh.

"Everything's fine, I was just frustrated with something and hit my head on my desk on accident. Then, I tripped on my floor when I was throwing something away."

I heard him snicker at my misfortune, so I grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at his face. Like the graceful human he is, he dove out of the way right into a wall.

His head made a loud smacking sound and I saw a small crack in the wall. "Allen!" I yelled. "What if mom and dad see what you did to my wall? You broke it!" I screeched at him.

"Gee, thanks for the concern little sister. Yes, my head is completely fine, thanks for asking," He replied.

Now it was my turn to laugh at his misfortune. We were both really unlucky.

"But seriously though, what's wrong? You've seemed off these last couple days."

I looked down at my feet. I really didn't want to answer this question. I mean how do I explain to my brother that I found myself falling for my boyfriend's best friend and that he's probably on to me?

"It's nothing," I mumbled. My eyes bore holes into the white fluffy rug on my floor. I knew damn well if I looked my brother in the eye, I would tell him everything.

"Blaze."

Dammit.

I raised my eyes and looked at my brother who was leaning against my door frame with a worried look on his face. Well now I have to tell him. I internally cringed as I prepared to tell him the mess that was going on in my mind.

"There's something you should know," I said, watching as my brother walked into my room and sat down next to me on my bed.

"What?" The concerned strain on his voice made me want to cry in his arms and tell him everything.

"So you know how Parker's in the hospital right now? And I've been going to visit him?"

He nodded his head.

"Well, I didn't tell anyone this, but the reason he stormed out of that party and the reason why he was so upset was because of me. Apparently he likes me, like as more than a friend and-and he told me that right before he left."

"I tried to stop him, but it was too late, and next thing I know, I'm getting a call saying he's been in a wreck and I thought I was going to lose him. I didn't know what to do, and I felt so guilty about what happened that I spent every moment I could at the hospital with him."

Allen rubbed my back. I leaned my head onto his shoulder and started crying harder than before.

"And now, Scottie is acting all weird, and I t-think that he knows."

"Think that he knows what?" Austin whispered.

"I think he knows that Parker likes me, and probably knows that I like him back." I whispered the last part because I was still ashamed. I mean, I was essentially cheating on my boyfriend with his best friend.

"When did it start?"

I sighed, pulling away from my brothers, fanning my eyes, trying my best to dry my tears. It didn't work.

"Uhm, I'm not really sure. I think it started after he woke up when he was in the hospital. I mean, I knew I cared about him and that I considered him a friend, but I never considered the possibility that those feelings would grow into something more, until I realized what it would've been like if I had lost him that day."

"Don't get me wrong, I did not have feelings for him up until a couple days ago, but it was weird when it happened, because I didn't even realize it happened. One day I was at the hospital and somehow I just realized that I liked him."

"God, that sounds so cheesy!" I exclaimed, laughing to try and forget the guilt I feel.

"No, it doesn't," my brother whispered. "That's perfectly normal. There's no set reason for why we fall for who we do, we just do. We're humans, we can not control matters of the heart. You falling for Parker is nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone catches feelings for someone they shouldn't at some point in their life."

"It's weird, because even now I don't know why I like him. I know I shouldn't, but..." I trailed off because I didn't know what else to say.

I'm glad my brother didn't say anything, because I wouldn't know how to respond. We just sat in silence for a while, neither one of us saying anything.

After almost an hour of complete silence, my phone dinged from across the room. "I should probably get that." With as much energy as I have left, I got up and grabbed my phone, dreading to look at it.

Scottie: Can we talk?

My heart sank to the floor. Well, I guess there's no avoiding it now.

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I tapped my foot against the floor and peered over my glass of water at Scottie who wasn't looking at me either. He was looking everywhere but me. He looked really nervous too.

I watched as he picked up his glass of water, chugged the entire thing, and then proceeded to set the cup down on the table. His leg then began to shake just like mine was.

"So," I started.

"So," Scottie started.

"You go first," I motioned over to Scottie, hoping some of this awkward tension would finally be relieved when one of us started talking.

"I'm assuming you've noticed that I've been acting weird these last few days." I nodded.

"Uhm, well, I guess it's because of when I visited Parker in the hospital. We got to talking and then he told me some stuff about the night of the party." I looked down at my feet.

He knew.

There's no way he didn't.

"Listen Scottie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

I looked down in shame, but Scottie used his finger to tilt my head back up at him so I was forced to look at him in the eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault. You can't control your feelings, and neither can Parker. No one could have predicted that he would fall for you, and if you are worried about coming between us, don't."

"We would never let a girl come between us. We've been friends for too long to let something like that tear us apart."

Damn it. I can't take this anymore. I need to tell him the truth. Maybe if I tell him now then the damage won't be so bad. Maybe this whole situation will magically get better.

Sniffing, I wiped a few tears from my face. "Scottie, there's something I have to tell you."

"What is it?" he whispered.

"Uhm, so, you know how I've been visiting Parker in the hospital?" He nodded his head.

"Well, at first I was visiting him, because I felt guilty because I felt like it was my fault for the accident. I was blaming myself, but after a long talk with his mother, I realized I'm not at fault. Sometimes I still feel guilty, but that's besides the point."

"Where are you going with this?" Scottie questioned me.

"Sorry, I got a little side tracked. But my point is, that's not why I'm visiting him anymore. I kept visiting him, because I consider him a friend and I wanted to make sure he's okay. But, somehow, my reason for visiting him changed."

"Stop," Scottie mumbled.

"No, I have to say this. I need to get it off my chest, no matter the repercussions. Somehow, I developed feelings for Parker. And before you say anything, I already feel guilty enough so you don't need to make me feel more guilty."

"How could this happen?" I couldn't figure out how Scottie was looking at me. It was a mixture of hurt, confusion, and defeat? No, that's not right. I shook it off and looked at him again, but his face had become blank.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asked me.

"I'm not sure. It's not like feelings will just magically disappear overnight." I feel so horrible about this entire situation. I hope Scottie will be able to forgive me.

"Well, I don't want to be that guy that makes you choose between two people. I'll support you in whatever you do, no matter who you end up with. Just know that I'll always be here for you. I'll wait as long as it takes if that's what you need, time."

My eyes started watering again. "Thank you," I mumbled.

I'm glad Scottie wasn't pressuring me into choosing between him and Parker, because if he did that, I would break up with him in a heartbeat. No one who truly loves someone else would force them to choose. So, I'm happy he's giving me time to figure out my thoughts.

We said our goodbyes and Scottie left. When I shut the front door, I walked into the kitchen and decided to drown my sorrows in a tub of ice cream left over from a movie night Allen and I had a couple nights ago.

It was peanut butter and chocolate flavored, one of my favorites. It didn't last me very long. Because I was so confused and upset, I inhaled the ice cream and it was gone in a matter of minutes.

Sighing, I got up and threw the container away and the spoon in the sink.

I tried to keep my mind off everything that was happening, but I couldn't. My thoughts kept drifting back to everything that's happened in the last couple days.

I mean, how is someone supposed to cope with something like this?

On one hand, Scottie is the perfect boyfriend, he respects me, takes me places I love, and is super sweet. But, then there's Parker.

He can always make me laugh even when I'm sad, he knows how to calm me down, and he's always been there for me.

They both are perfect in their own ways. I don't know how I'm supposed to decide.

I know Scottie said he wouldn't make me choose, but I know he's dying to tell me to choose him and not Parker, but he's too nice a guy to say it to my face. This choice is literally impossible.

I really need some help right now, but who would be able to help me?

Then, a thought clicked.

I know.

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Sorry for the lame ending, but I've been in kind of a writing slump lately and haven't had many ideas. Also if anyone's confused: Blaze fell for Parker when he was in the hospital, but that's not when it started.

Basically, she cared for him deeply, but him being in the hospital is what pushed her over the edge to fall for him. I hope that makes sense.

Sidenote: So I have a pretty shitty memory, and in this chapter I refer to Blaze's brother as Allen cuz that's his name, but just know, if you ever see someone named Austin in this story, it's the same person. I keep getting confused for some reason :)

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