Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

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"Welcome to Superfruit, the best show on the internet! My name is... dictionary."

"My name is... thesaurus?" I looked over to the brunette and instinctively smiled. As if on cue, he  glanced my way as well.

"And together..." We spoke in unison, trailing off as Mitch began giggling.

"We're words? I guess?"

"Well, we're words that deal with words."

"Whoa," I said before we starting laughing once again. Once we regained our composure, I began explaining what we were doing for this video.

"Today we're doing this very original thing called a Q&A."

"I don't think I've ever heard of that before."

"Well how it works is people ask questions and then we answer them."

"That is so cool." I stifled a laugh then, but that only caused us to break again a second later.

The next hour or so went similar to that; however, much quicker than I had originally expected it to. We took turns reading off questions, most of them being random things somewhere on the scale between 'what's your favorite toothpaste' and 'make out already'. It was fairly easy to let my mind wander as we went on, as they were all simple enough that it really didn't take much to keep focused.

However, the question, "Have you guys ever kissed before?", finally got me to snap out of my trance. I turned my head only to see Mitch crack a smile.

"Wouldn't you guys like to know," I answered with a smirk on my face. Of course, we knew the truth, but leaving stuff up to the fans always made it more interesting.

"You're annoying."

"Thanks, babe."

"Uh... last one?"

"Last one!" I practically shouted, causing him to shake his head.

"Wait, you pick."

"You realize I've only been picking scandalous ones, right?"

"Yeah, but it'll give the kids some things to speculate for the next month or so." He chuckled at that remark, but then was searching for a final question.

"Okay, we got one. This... lovely human being asks, 'Are you two dating yet?'" I opened my mouth as I turned to Mitch, ready to come up with yet another smart reply. Yet the moment I saw him, my mind went blank. We both knew the answer to this one as well, but this hit me so much harder than the other ones.

The honest truth was that we weren't. However, we'd be lying if we said we never had. Of course, high school seemed like ages ago, but if we were sticking with the honesty theme, I wasn't sure if my feelings ever went away from that time in our lives. And the fact that we were about to brush this question off only made it worse.

An obnoxious cough brought me back to the present and to a surprisingly relaxed Mitch. He tilted his head to the side, obviously curious as to what just happened.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded my head, probably far too quickly.

"Yeah," I muttered. It had unintentionally come out so much softer, and I prayed he wouldn't notice anything. "Just zoned out."

"We'll probably cut it out anyway, don't worry about it." I nodded my head once again and I barely had a second to get myself back together before he was yelling out his weekly obsession. The video seemed to take forever to wrap up, but once it finally was done, I wasted no time getting up.

"You'll send it off to Shawn, right?"

"Mhm," I said, already trying to run from the room. However, he managed to ask a question before I could completely leave.

"Seriously, are you okay?" I turned back to him, making note of just how concerned he seemed.

"I'm fine." I spun back around, then swiftly walked out of the room. I wasn't completely sure where I would end up, but within a minute or two I was seated on my bed, staring at the door I had closed in hopes of getting some separation. I kept replaying the past few hours in my mind and dared to let it venture through the past years as well.

-

I wasn't sure how much time passed before I heard a soft knock on my door. I didn't pick my head up, but I did see the door swing open out of the corner of my eye. I heard his gently footsteps cross the floors, then felt the bed dip down as he sat a foot or so away.

"Scotty?"

"Hm?" He was quiet for a moment before I looked up at him. I knew he was curious as to what caused me to run off like that, but with one look, I knew just how much he was truly concerned.

"Will you tell me?" I instantly shook my head. He looked a bit more hurt after that, so I wanted to know right away why. I opened my mouth to ask, but I couldn't force anything out. "We promised each other," he said after a bit of silence. "We promised we would always say what's on our minds." I glanced up at him, hating that he would bring this up and use it to his defense. Of course it was true, but I hated that it meant I'd eventually have to spill my guts. "Was it something we did today?" He asked, continuing on.

"I just need--needed a minute or two to myself. I'll be fine."

"I know that's not it," he immediately spoke.

"You can't possibly."

"We've been friends for years. I think I know when something's up."

"Mitch, just--" He cut me off by placing a hand on my leg. I glanced down at where he had placed it, then timidly met his eyes.

"Tell me," he insisted. "It'll be okay." I sighed deeply, and after a minute or so of mustering up the courage I needed, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"I don't think my feelings... for you... ever went away," I said, finally letting out my thoughts from earlier. His jaw dropped a bit, but he quickly closed it. I tore my eyes away from him and let them go back down to his hand. I knew I had messed something up when he remained quiet, so I quickly tried to fix it.

"You mean--" he tried, but I ended up speaking as well.

"I can't help it," I blurted out. He fell silent again. "You're my best friend. I mean, I wish I could help it. You don't know how hard it is for me to try and deny it and then to see you just... be you. You're so cute, and you have an amazing voice, and you always know how to make me laugh and feel better, and we never leave each other's side, and we're practically perfect for each other, and--" I paused for a moment upon realizing just how much rambling I had been doing. "I'm sorry. I really am." The last sentence seemed to echo through the room and then completely silence it. I felt as if it was his turn to speak, but he didn't.

"But I get it. God, I understand." I shook my head. He didn't know. He couldn't possibly realize just how stuck I was.

"Give me a few minutes," I tried again. "I'll be--"

"I don't think you're really listening."

"I can tell. I know how this goes now. Like I was saying just--"

"Scott!" I instantly looked back up to him. To my surprise, he did seem to be understanding, to be empathetic. "Stop trying to hide, okay? This isn't exactly new news."

"Wait, you knew?"

His eyes went wide for a moment before they softened once again. The corners of them then crinkled and... was he laughing?

I imagined him doing about a million other things, but giggling in front of me definitely wasn't one of them. He squeezed my leg gently as he did so, only letting go when he stopped laughing a minute later.

"You've never been great at hiding things, from me especially." Well, I would have loved to know that a long time ago. "You've just been acting off for awhile now. I can't stand to see you like that." My emotions just kept spiraling downward. I knew he was trying to help, but every word seemed to make it worse. I needed to get out of this situation as quickly as possible. I needed him to go.

"Let's just forget about it, okay?" I thought he was going to comply with my wishes. He appeared to finally realize just how hard this all was for me, and was maybe, just maybe about to drop it. But then his head dropped, and I once again began wondering just what I did wrong.

"We don't have to," he said softer and quieter than anything he did before. "If you don't want to."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. How did he not want me to turn around and take back my words? How did he not think I was lying? How did he not hate me by now? Mitch looked up from his lap then, once again breaking into a small smile when he saw my face.

"You're not allowed to look that cute while being confused." That didn't help my confusion whatsoever, but he caught onto that quickly. "I'm saying, maybe my feelings didn't go away either."

Bullshit.

"You don't need to lie for my sake. I'm a big boy. I can handle it."

"Even if I was lying, I know you wouldn't be able to handle it. You would tell me you can, but I know you so much better than that. As much as you would lie, I would be able to see through it every single time. We've been through everything together. I know you. And if you really, truly know me, you'll know if I'm lying or not." I did know him. After 15 years, I really did. I knew he would never lie to me. We promised each other we would say what was on our minds, and that included not lying. He wasn't lying.

"You aren't lying." He shook his head in agreement. A second ticked by. "But high school. You--"

"I was an idiot, Scott. I didn't realize it at the time, but I'll admit it now. All I knew was that I wanted you. It didn't matter how you were placed in my life. I was content with the friendship... for a while. But that wasn't enough. You were always everything I wanted, but then I wanted more from you."

"I--"

"Now unlike you, I was much better at hiding it than you were. I knew how to hide my feelings, and I have for years. But I don't want to anymore."

"Then what does that make this, us?" I asked. He paused for a second before tilting his head to the side. He placed a hand gently on my cheek before tapping his pointer finger twice against my head.

"I think you have an answer brewing up there."

"If I asked you, would you say yes?"

"I think so." I smiled for the first time all afternoon. However, as satisfied with his answer, his next words came as a bit of a surprise. "We can talk tomorrow."

"But--"

"No buts. You haven't listened to me this whole time. Now just this once, please." I opened my mouth, but he cut me off by raising one of his eyebrows. I sighed in defeat.

"Fine." He smiled, patted my leg once, then got up. He was almost out the door when he looked over his shoulder.

"I love you."

I opened my mouth to answer before I realized the words he just said and what meaning they could now have. I looked up to him instantly to a small smile which included just the faint outline of his dimples.

"I love you too." His smile grew, but before I could savor the sight any more, he was walking away.

I ended up falling asleep thinking about him, what we had in the past, and what I hoped for in the future. And for the first time in a little while, I didn't feel so bad about it all.