"Sarah, I … " Ethan presses his lips together. " … I … "

Sarah looks over at him. "Yeah?"

The two are sitting across from each other at the kitchen table. Jane had gone to bed over an hour ago and Benny never even showed up since he was sick. The two were alone, and it was the perfect time for Ethan to just say it.

"Sarah, I … "

He can't. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if all he is to her is a friend? Or even worse, just a babysitter?

Sarah rubs her neck, looking down at her math homework. "Ethan, spit it out. You're one of my best friends, you can tell me anything."

A best friend. That's it. That's all he is to her.

Instead of answering, Ethan storms out of the kitchen, running upstairs to his bedroom.

Soon, too soon, Sarah comes, knocking on his door. "Ethan? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Ethan grumbles, doodling in his notebook.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure," he says, not bothering to look over his shoulder as she comes up behind him.

"Please, Ethan. Tell me what you were going to say."

Ethan sighs. "I … " He can't.

Sarah's quiet. Too quiet, for Ethan's comfort. He turns, and then they're kissing. Sarah cups his face, pulling herself onto his lap, never breaking from the kiss.

When they do, Ethan presses his forehead against Sarah's and whispers: "I love you."