I was angry. No, really angry when I found out that Leyla had a date with a guy today. My Leyla. But what can I say, we're 'just' best friends. And we only live together.

I slumped down on the couch angrily and ran my hands over my face in frustration. Max Fewtrell, my best friend, sits down next to me and laughs. "Why are you so angry? It's your own fault if you're too afraid to confess your feelings to her. Otherwise you'd be together a long time ago." He says and shrugs his shoulders.

I look at him angrily. "It's not that easy Max! We've been best friends since we were both 16 years old!" I answer. "But why not?! I mean...you both like the same thing. Whether it’s love for skiing, driving fast cars… or something else. And you both dream of becoming a champion in Formula 1!”

Max asks me and change his position so he can look at me better. "Do you have the feeling that she's not the right one for you?" He asks another question and grins. He knows the answer, but he still has to pick on it.

I sigh dramatically and sit up straight. "No! She is the one!" I snapped at him. "Her mum calls me 'Love' and her dad calls me 'Son'. Alright?! Her parents love me! Just like her little brother!" I answer annoyed and got up to get something to drink.

Max laughs and follows me. "Alright. Guess you'll have a rival then...maybe something will work out with this Marcel." He grins and takes the bottle Water from my hand. I look at him annoyed and take another one. "One? Everybody wanna steal my girl!! Not just one!"

I took a sip of my Water and leaned against the kitchen island. "She belongs to me.." I mumble more to myself but Max heard it anyway. "Does she know that?" I look at him angrily but he just grins. Then the door opened and Leyla comes in with a beaming smile. The smile that drives me crazy and makes my heart beat faster.

"I'm guessing your date went great if you're smiling like that...?" I ask and look at her.