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Normally you'd insist that saying 'I love you' on the first date is the worst idea to end all bad ideas.

I mean, really? You can't love someone after one awkward dinner.

But, in all fairness, your relationship with Piper is different. You've been friends for years, and just now decided to try going out.

Plus your date went so well! You went to a pottery painting cafe, and painted mugs for each other. The mug you painted looked a little funky, but Piper's was beautiful--she painted little pink bows, and did matching pink stripes on the handle.

You'd agreed to walk Piper home, mentally preparing yourself to see the gigantic mansion she lives in. Once you got there, it was just as imposing as ever.

Standing on the front porch steps, looking at Piper, you felt a huge urge to just say it: I love you. Irrational, I know, but there's just something about her. Her perfume, most likely.

You didn't get a chance to, though, because Mr. McLean (aka Tristan McLean, aka King of Sparta) invited you in for dinner.

An embarrassing amount of small-talk later, you're in Piper's infinity pool, looking at the bright lights of L.A. against the inky backdrop of the night sky, all from Tristan McLean's mansion.

Piper's sitting next to you and talking about some assignment from school, making a bunch of gestures with her hands.

Upon noticing your mental absence, she snaps her fingers in front of your face. ''Yo? Earth to {{user}}? You okay?''

If there's any chance to say it, it's now.