A/N: Hello dear readers, my update has been delayed because of the holidays, I'm sorry! But here you go, have fun and please leave a comment and share your opinion!

Damon's pov

The next day I waited for Keith at the schoolgates. My hand were sweaty and my thoughts were all over the place. Would it have been over the top? How would he react? Would he suspect me?

My breath stopped as I saw Keith. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I put on a relaxed smile as he his eyes widen a bit in suprise when he saw me.

"Hey Damon, I thought you were sick." He said happily suprised. "I told you I felt better." I said with a smirk. "Ooh, that's right." He said and I saw his thoughts trailing off.

I looked at his face. His eyes were puffy and the bags underneath his eyes were dark. I felt bad, I knew the rose was what made him skip half of his nightrest.

Yet I managed to stay quiet. I wouldn't say anything so he wouldn't get suspicious. Classes started and I saw how he was having a hard time to stay awake and I felt terrible.

I kept my promise till thirth class. "Keith, are you okay?" His head snapped up from his desk and he looked at me. "Huh? Oh yes I'm fine. Just a bit tired." He replied with a yawn. I nodded, not knowing if I was disapointed or relieved he didn't mention the rose.

I glanced at him when his head sank back on the desk. He was beautiful. His hair was messy as always and I had the urge to dig into it with my hands. His skin looked so soft, I wished I could touch it, feel it, love it.

I snapped out of it when the bell rang. What a fool I was! What if he found out? What if it would all repeat itself? I shivered in fear and wanted to beat myself up for acting out of an impuls. How could I've been this stupid?

"Damon, uuh, it's Friday, would you like to come over and stay for dinner?" Keith asked friendly. I couldn't say no. "Of course!" I said smiling. The rest of the day I was nervous as hell, what if he suspected me? I shook my head to ge a grip. Stop acting like this, it'll only make you look more suspicious.

At Keiths his mother was as welcoming as always. "Damon! How lovely you're here! How are you doing sweetheart? Keith told me you were sick yesterday." I smiled as she gave me a hug. Keith smirked as he looked at me over his mothers shoulder.

"I'm fine now, miss Rich." "Oh please, how many times I have to say you can call me Carol." She said pinching my cheeks playful. I laughed and after a drink Keith and I went upstairs.

As soon as I saw the rose on his desk I tried to put on a poker face. I couldn't let anything get trough. "So what's with the rose?" I asked and immediately regretted it. Keiths eyes grew twice as big as he rushed over to his desk and tried to hide the rose.

"Nothing!" He said as he flushed red. Inside I was relieved, but I made sure my face revealed nothing. Instead I put on a smirk. "Ah, does our little Keith have a secret admirer?" I asked playfully.

His cheeks became even more red, it was so f*cking adorable! I laughed at his face. "It's okay you can tell me." I said trying to gain his trust to actually tell me. He seemed to relax a bit.

Eventually he sighed and looked at the rose in his hand. "This was in front of my door yesterday with a letter attached to it. No name but I think it might me be from Riley, or a stupid prank." He said. I nodded understanding.

"What was in the letter?" I asked with a plain face. Of course I knew exactly what it said, but wanted to see his reaction. "It was quite... romantic I guess?" His cheeks flushing red again.

I smiled at him, I was glad he liked it. "Why don't you ask Riley if she did this?" He shrugged. "I don't know, I don't like her, so if she was it, I rather not confront with a chance I have to reject her." He explained putting the rose away and turning his PlayStation and tv on.

"Enough about that, let's do what we came for." He said handing me a controller. I took it from him and felt quite satisfied with myself. He liked it and he didn't suspect me. I still didn't know if he liked me, but had to take babysteps.

Keiths pov

Gaming with Damon ws relaxing, hanging outwith himin general made me relax and forget about my numbness. Even though it became less, the periods where I felt like that, it was bad. My world was crumbling down and I didn't know why.

All I know was that Damon was a solution and I didn't plan on giving that up anytime soon. I glanced over at him and felt the excitement in my stomach. He was my friend and he was the best friend I could've wished for.

He had this dark brown hair. Some of his locks were always hanging is eyes or falling the wrong way, but it was perfect. His eyes were so deep that I coulddrown nyself in them if I let myself.

And his face in general, his sharp jawline, his sculpted nose and full lips. It was all in a perfect balance and I loved looking at it. Suddenly a wave of anxiety came over me. What was I thinking?! He was my friend! Was yousupposed to think like that about a friend?

I was worried, was I growing more than a friendship for Damon? Oh god no, was it already here? I tried to remain calm, but my it felt like i ws suffocating. "Stay here." I managed to squeak before storming out of my room.

I reached the bathroom and locked the door. I breathed heavily and grabbed the sink. I liked a boy... I shook my head in disbelief, it couldn't be true. I didn't know what I felt! I was overreacting, right?

There was a knock on the door and I tried to hold a sob. "Keith? Are you okay?" Damon, he was so nice and caring and so... I took a deep breath. "I'm fine now, sorry I was nauseous." I said and unlocked the door.

Damon smiled carefully and examined my face. I tried to smile back as convincing as possible and he nodded. "You'll be fine." He said and with a hand on my shoulder he leadnme back to my room, not knowing his touch sent electric shocks trough my whole body.

But I was able to calm down and brush it off. Everytime I caught Damon glancing over with worry in his gorgeous eyes I smiled at him to make sure he thought I was okay.

At the end of the night his worry was gone, or at least he wasn't showing it to me and dinner with my mom was fun. Damon was cracking jokes and made my mother tear out of laughter. My grandparents would like him, I knew for sure.

I caught myself thinking how it would be if he met my family and if they would like him. Which of course didn't matter because my feelings were childish and stupid and he was justafriend and it hurt and...

"Keith, what's wrong?" My mom asked with a frown and I realised I had been stabbing my meat. Damon had one eyebrow raised in concern and I shrugged. "I don't know."

I looked Damonin the eye and he was truely worried and I sighed. The numbness caught me by suprise and I blinked a few times. "It's nothing, just eh stupid thoughts about that rose." I said, which was partly true.

Cause oh my I wanted the rose to be from Damon, but I knew it wasn't him. It couldn't have been, because he had a girlfriend. He was a normal boy with normal feelings for a girl.

My mom shot me a smile and Damon grinned weakly. "I'm sure it's gonna be fine." She said. "Maybe you really should ask Riley." Damon added and I nodded. I should indeed.

The weekend was killing and I had to contain myself from texting Damon all the time. The last thing I wanted was for him to get suspicions of the feelings I had.

The feelings I still had to figure out. Was I...gay? I cringed at the thought of it. Another thing to add to the list of things I hated about myself. Being a nerd and gay wouldn't make things easier.

So I hid the whole weekend on my room, overthinking every thing in my life that involved Damon. I tried convincing myself that it was nothing serious. It would go away, right? J was sure it would. I never liked a boy before, so how could I say when I liked one. Or liked someone at all since I never really liked anyone.

Lucky for me there came an end to the weekend and I couldn't wait to go to school. I wanted to kill the hope the rose was from Damon, cause I kew for sure Riley had given it to me. It all made sense!

Before I went looking for Damon I was looking for Riley. Finally I saw her curly blonde hair in the crowd. As I made my way closer I also heared her annoying voice.

"Hey Riley, can I talk to you for a second?" "OMG Keith! We were just talking about you and Damon!" Me and Damon? What did she mean by that?

"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown. She smiled at me and pulled me aside. "So I totally forgot asking you last time we spoke, but do you think you could introduce me properly to Damon?" She asked sweetly.

I stared her at confusion. "So you didn't give me a rose?" I mumbled. "What?" "Nothing, why would you want that, he has a girlfriend." I told her.

She shrugged. "Everything can be broken." And with a wink she turned back to her friends. I was stunned. That girl was a gigantic bitch! And she didn't give me the rose.

Who did? The question was drilling in my head and I couldn't focus on anything else. All day long I asked myself the same question and I wondered if one could go insane from this kindof behaviour. At the end of the day I still had no clue and for my own sake I decided to let it go.

It was a prank, someone wanted me to go insane exactly like I was. Have you found your anonymous lover? 😁 Damon texted later that night. No. It's a prank. We've gotta accept nobody likes me. I said and grinned. I lived adding drama.

Well I like you, as a friend if course. 😝 He had no idea... I sighed holding back tears. Yeah I said and turned off my phone. I laid in bed and stared to the ceiling like I always did. I felt nothing, I felt like nothing and I wanted nothing.