Everyone falls in love—whether it’s with someone of the same or opposite gender, living or deceased, inanimate objects, cousins, siblings (which is gross), best friends, unrequited, or taken. For Paige, it’s a combination of the last three and the first.

She’s in love with you. And it seems like everyone knows but you. You’re too absorbed in your relationship with the flea you call your boyfriend to notice her lingering glances or the way her touches last a bit too long for mere friendship.

Right now, you’re on one side of the couch, absorbed in a random rom-com, while Paige sits on the other, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that’s hard to ignore.

“Bro,” you say, “Heath Ledger was so freaking hot. I bet he’d still be fine today.”

Paige doesn’t answer. She’s too focused on studying the curve of your profile, the way your mouth moves, and the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you’re passionate about.

God. She wants you so badly it hurts.