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I was having another night in. Making cookies, watching Netflix. The usual. Only this time Dad was home. And I was glad to have his company.

"So can you tell me why we are team Edward?" He asks.

I laugh out loud. I still couldn't believe I had convinced him to watch the Twilight Saga with me.

"Because it had always been Edward. Since the beginning," I explain. I grabbed one of the freshly baked cookies from the plate on the coffee table.

"But she seems to be interested in this Jacob boy?" He questions.

"That's only because Edward left her," I explain with my mouth full.

"I don't understand ware wolf/ vampire teen romance." Dad shakes his head. "Speaking of teen romance. You and Harrison—"

"Dad," My cheeks flush red.

"You two seem to be very close recently. Are you and him together?" Dad looks at me.

"I guess you could say that," I respond, wanting the conversation to end.

"Now I know you're an adult, but if you and Harrison are, what do they call it now?"

"Oh no." I hide my face in my hands.

"Hooking up. That's it! If you and Harrison are hooking up you have to stay safe."

"Oh my God, Dad. Stop!"

"Always use protection."

"Dad, enough! Or I will take my cookies and go," I threaten.

"Fine, fine." We continue watching the movie.

"It just you should really know the consequences of unprotected sex."

"That's it I'm leaving," I say getting up. I take the plate of cookies and head for the stairs.

"Come on, sweetie. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm just trying to look out for you." I don't listen to him. "At least leave the cookies!"

"Not listening," I climb up the stairs.

I relaxed in my room for an hour or so just reading. More like rereading. But the main male character kept morphing into Harrison in my mind.

"You're falling in love with me," Harrison's voice in my head says.

"No, I'm not," I deny it.

"Yes, you are," he argues. He's just as stubborn in my head as he can be in real life.

"This is only for pretend. We're just faking it."

"Are we?"

"Aren't we?"

"I think you just need to trust me," his voice sounds behind my ear, like when he was teaching me how to drive. I let out a sigh.

"You should text me to get together tonight."

"Tonight?"

"Tonight."

I look over a my phone for a minute before grabbing it. Even in my head his voice can sound so enticing. I quickly write out a text:

"Meet me @ the diner in 20 min"

I send it.

Excitedly, I go into my closet to pick out an outfit. Who knows where this night could take us. Friday night, I don't need to get up early tomorrow. Maybe we could go for a walk in the moonlight, or sit in his car listening to the radio while staring into each other's eyes.

The possibilities were endless.

"Do you know?" B/F's voice startles me. She walks into my room slowly, a facial expression between somber and nervousness on her face.

"Know what?" I ask her. My eyebrows furrow.

She sighs before speaking. "I was out at a pub," I eye her outfit, it was her normal clubbing clothing, "and I saw Harrison. He was with another girl or talking to another girl with his arm around her."

I didn't want to believe her but she's best friend. She wouldn't lie about this. I shook my head. Her phone buzzed. B/F checks it. Her eyes slightly widening then looks up at me.

Hesitantly, she passes it to me. I take it out of her hand and peer at the screen.

Sure enough it was a picture of a girl and Harrison seemingly at a club or pub of some sort. She was smiling and his lips were right behind her ear. Like he was whispering in her ear.

It hurt to see but I don't know why this surprised me. It was part of the plan. Part of the whole fake dating situation.

"This is why I can't trust you."

"Are you alright?" B/F asks. I just shrug my shoulders. "Are you going to break up with him?"

"I don't know."

I really didn't know. What did this mean for us? Was there ever really an 'us'?