"This is it, this is your chance. Do not f#ck it up."

You tell yourself, while you are sitting on Spencer's couch, your legs interlocked with his, as you two are watching the new Doctor Who's episode. Your favorite TV series.

You and Spencer have been best friends for your whole life: you grew up together, living in the same shitty Vegas neighborhood. You went to the same kindergarten, same elementary school, same middle school... same everything. And now you are both going to attend the same college: the MIT, where he's going to study engineering and you are going to study literature.

The fact is... you love him. More than a best friend should love her other bestfriend. You know that he is your soulmate. He has to be. No one would ever compare to him.. he knows you so well, and he loves you. You are pretty sure he loves you that way as well.

And now it's your time to actually prove that. So, while the both of you are snuggled on his couch, you give him a kiss on his cheek.

He smiles. Dang it. That must proves something, right? So you get bolder and you start giving him some kisses on his neck. He frowns and he slightly pulls away.

"What are you doing?" He asks you, with a confused expression on his face. You look at him, not even knowing what to say. "I- uhm... I was trying to, ya know.. initiate something?" You hesitantly say. He must be confused. "Come on... don't tell me you never thought of us that way." You add, even if he is still giving you a confused look.

"Peach..." He starts saying, sighing, calling you by your nickname.