Ī ĿΛY ĪИ ßƐD ΛĿĿ ИĪƓĤŦ, ᏯΛИŦĪИ' YᎾƱ ŔĪƓĤŦ ßY MY SĪDƐ, ßƱŦ ИᎾ MΛŦŦƐŔ ĤᎾᏯ Ī ŦŔY, YᎾƱ ΛĿᏯΛYS ĿƐΛ√Ɛ MƐ ĤĪƓĤ ΛИD DŔY, Ī DᎾИ'Ŧ ҠИᎾᏯ ᏯĤΛŦ ƓĪ√ƐS, ĪS ĿᎾ√Ɛ YᎾƱŔ ßĪƓƓƐSŦ FƐΛŔ?, ᎾĤ, YᎾƱ'ŔƐ SƐĿFĪSĤ ᏯĪŦĤ MY ҠĪSSƐS, ßΛßƐ, ᏯĤY ᏯƐŔƐ YᎾƱ ĤƐŔƐ ĪИ ŦĤƐ FĪŔSŦ ṖĿΛƇƐ?, ᏯĤΛŦ DᎾ YᎾƱ ᏯΛИŦ FŔᎾM MƐ?, ᏯĤΛŦ YᎾƱ ᏯΛИŦ FŔᎾM MƐ?, ᏯĤΛŦ DᎾ YᎾƱ ᏯΛИŦ FŔᎾM MƐ?, ᏯĤΛŦ YᎾƱ ᏯΛИŦ FŔᎾM MƐ?, Ī'M ƓĪ√ĪИ' YᎾƱ Ɛ√ƐŔYŦĤĪИƓ ßƱŦ ᏯĤΛŦ'S ĿƐFŦ FᎾŔ MƐ?, Ī'M ƓĪ√ĪИ' YᎾƱ Ɛ√ƐŔYŦĤĪИƓ ßƱŦ ᏯĤΛŦ'S ĿƐFŦ FᎾŔ MƐ?

Leah Sava Jeffries... You could go on and on about her. Her perfect skin, pretty face, amazing hair... But you? Oh, it's a different story when it comes to how she feels about you.

You became a willing participant in her...'experiment' on whether or not she's straight. She is very not. But that's not what others think and it's certainly not what she's convinced herself of. Which leads you to today.

After an event, wrapped up in her blankets, wearing matching onsies. Just friends, as she told Walker. Oh, yeah, right, there's Walker, too. The guy fell and hard for Leah, but she could never commit to him. Why? She's in love with you. But she'd rather bet her life on a 99% chance at death than admit that.

So, now, she's rambling on and on about how some new girl on the set was stealing all of Walker's attention.

"Why's it matter?" You ask her, reaching for some candy. "You have me."

She simply giggles and shakes her head. "Well, duh, silly, but, you know, we're not together, together."

That hurt.