I lounged in my apartment, To Kill a Mockingbird balanced in my hands so that I could lean back on my sofa and read at the same time. For one thing that was the perk of being in college; you were on your own. It was peaceful and quiet and nobody could disturb me while I'm turning the pages.

It was a pretty relaxed day. There were no classes since it was finally Sunday, and it was raining enough for me to decide that it would be better to not go outside. I picked up around the house and did the usual work out routine, but besides that I've spent most of the time undisturbed.

Until there was a soft knock at my door. If it was any quieter I wouldn't have noticed it, but the way Buddy's ears picked up at the noise meant that somebody was outside. Sighing, I closed the book (Damn, right when it was about to be on the courtroom scene too), and hustled over to the apartment's entrance. Twisting the knob the door swung on its hinges to reveal an unexpected sight.

Skye, soaking wet in a sweatshirt and sweatpants, clutching a stuffed duffle bag, looking more miserable than ever.

Her eyes were puffy and red and her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly. Her dark hair stuck to the sides of her face, wet and slick.

As if by instinct at this point I opened my arms and Skye almost ran into them, dropping her bag in the process, doing her best to stifle sobs into my shirt. I comfortingly wrapped my arms around her, also trying to warm her up since she felt like a giant block of ice. Keeping one arm around her I swung the door back shut and re-fully enclosed her. She was easy to hug, since she was smaller. And I liked it, it sent this pleas net warm feeling throughout my body and I felt safe because she was safe.

  I tried to push those thoughts down. The last thing I needed to do was get attracted to someone who already had a boyfriend.

   Even though I've already told this to myself about a million times.

After a few minutes her breathing became less jagged and her sniffles lessened. She looked up at me, her eyes still a bit puffy, and they were filled with sadness. My heart clenched a bit at those eyes.

"Miles broke up with me," she confessed softly.

Okay, correction: she had a boyfriend. And now she doesn't.

Of course I felt bad, I'm not a bad person. But the moment what she said was fully processed in my mind I suddenly felt lighter.

Truth is, I wasn't attracted to Skye.

I was actually in love with her.

I know, it sounds so cliché (or at least in my terms), boy meets girl, falls in love, but girl already has boyfriend, blah blah blah, but you can't help who you fall in love with.

And the moment I met her in college I felt this pull to her, like gravity wanted us to be together. She was my light, she made everything better, every bad day was chased away with her smile. Sooner or later we became close. Close meaning like best friends.

Which is stupid. I know you're probably thinking that right now. No idiot would become best friends with a girl they're after. That usually results in friend zoning.

   But what other choice did I have? She was dating Miles and I just couldn't stay away. She was an addiction, I couldn't get enough.

   But now wasn't the time to confess my feelings to her, I thought. That would have to wait.

   Because right now she was in my arms. And she was extremely upset. For now I'll just have to take care of her.

   And there was no way in hell I was gonna let her down.

    Without saying a word I grabbed her duffle and helped her to my room where she could get changed into dryer clothes while he made a large bowl of popcorn and a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

By the time I had everything set up she re-entered the living room, now dressed in a long sleeved shirt and what looked like another pair of sweatpants, and black fuzzy socks. Her long hair was tied up in a lose pony tail. Undoubtedly I found her gorgeous.

She smiled gratefully at me and settled on the couch, close enough so that she just brushed his side. She grabbed a part of the humongous fluffy blanket I was using and covered herself in it, looking much more calm and collected. There was still the lingering sadness behind her eyes, but I didn't mention it. She'll talk about it when she needed to.

Immediately when she settled down I turned on Netflix and started playing friends, and she grabbed a handful of popcorn. "What would I do without you," she sighed.

It took me a few seconds to realize I was smiling like an idiot.

It took me another few seconds to realize that no matter how hard I tried not to smile, it wouldn't work, especially when she leaned into my side, her head resting against my shoulder, as if it was always meant to be there.

So here's a quick little one-shot. I might make a second part to it of some sort. I hope you enjoyed, please vote and comment :)