Mean's POV

Thankfully, one of us, Earth, knew enough how to put something together to help us dispel some of our hangover.

He kept himself busy in the kitchen making some ramen noodle soup.

When he announced that it was ready, we all gathered in the kitchen and helped ourselves eagerly to it.

Plan was the last one to groggily make his way to the kitchen. He almost stumbled if I had not caught him and helped him to keep his balance.

I observed him carefully. I observed him closely to see if he remembered anything about what I  had whispered to him as we both lay wasted on the couch last night, he being more wasted than I was.

I knew I was more than tipsy, but I wouldn't say that I was totally drunk. I could probably say that I was on the verge of being drunk, so I was still aware of what I was doing and saying, just not totally in control.

I wondered if Plan noticed last night that I had stuck to his side the whole time, following him to the couch and nuzzling my face against his neck.

He had been drunkenly pushing me away but the pleasant manly scent of his, plus the silkiness of the skin on the side of his neck was my undoing. Before I could stop myself, I whispered in his ear, "Sweetheart, if you only knew how much I love you."

And it's true, I had loved him, oh, I don't even know when it was that I had started having this feeling for him.

It could have started in the workshop where we were being primed by our director to make our very first kiss scene. Well, it wasn't really a reciprocal kiss. I had to do the kissing, and he just had to stand there with his lips tightly closed.

Although his lips had remained closed, I could still feel the softness of his lips. I had to hold myself back from opening my mouth and touching his lips with the tip of my tongue. And I felt some regret when I had to move away when the director said "Cut!".

On his part, at least outwardly because I couldn't tell how he was reacting inwardly, Plan seemed totally unfazed by the kiss, acting normally and coolly and even clowning around with Perth.

Oh shit, thinking about Perth, I wondered uneasily whether he overheard what I had whispered to a very drunk Plan on the couch last night,

Perth had been sitting next to us and after I straightened myself from Plan I had noticed that he was making his way to the bathroom.

Should I confront Perth and ask him if he had overheard me? Would he admit it if he had overheard me? And if he admitted that he had overheard me, should I beg him not to tell Plan?

I wanted to keep Plan's friendship even if all he could offer me was friendship. I was willing to go through the pain of unrequited love just as long as we remained friends. I would be devastated if he ceased being my friend because he felt awkward about my feelings for him.

I decided to call Perth.

"Hi, P'Mean, what's up?"

"Hi, Perth, I was just wondering if we could meet up some place today?"

"Where do you wanna meet? I'm with P'Saint at my house right now. How about you come over so we all can hang out here."

"I would prefer to meet only with you. Can I meet you outside your house?"

"Okay, P'Mean, just text me when you get here."

I took a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes and made my way to my car. I had been to Perth's house before so I knew how to get there.

When I reached his house I texted him to come and meet me outside.

When Perth stepped out of his gate, we gave each other a quick buddy hug. And then without any preliminaries, Perth blurted out, "I overheard what you said to P'Plan last night. That's what you're here to talk about, right?"

That's what I like about this kid. There was no beating around the bush with him. He just preferred to cut to the chase and be done with it.