"You love him don't you" he said.
"No, what?? No way. I don't" I shake my head, "I was just saying how he always-"
"I can tell by the way you talk about him. Like he's everything to you. Like he's the freakin sun. You're in love with him. After all this time," was his reply.
"I don't love him," I say, definitely. "We're friends."
He stares at me, an eyebrow raised.
"I don't," I smile, then force it back to a straight line, saying again, "I don't."
"Then why are you denying it so much?"
I open my mouth to reply, and the straight face disappears as I break out into a huge grin, "I do not." I try to form my face into a stone cold seriousness but it's no use.
"You're blushing"
"I am not"
"Admit it"
"No," the smile on my face won't go away, my cheeks burn. Stop it, I think, what the hell are you doing.
"Geez I haven't seen you smile like that in ages"
"Shut up I don't love him"
"Oh but you do"
I let out a small huff.
"I can't."
