I sat next to her, my best friend Ava. Her curly hair came until her shoulders. Her broad physique made her look strong, powerful. I'm confused.

I wanted to be her.

I called her a friend. No more. That's it.

But, I wanted to be with her.

She looked out of the window seeming to be in deep thought. I stared at her. My heart raced faster.

Why? I've never felt like this before. Never towards a girl. Is this the love towards a best friend or something more?