I walked around Camp Firewood by myself, almost wishing that I'd never met Bianca. Some best friend she'd turned out to be. I thought best friends were supposed to be supportive.
I was always enthusiastic when she talked about her crushes. Or at least I pretended to be supportive. I mean it's only fair considering that I bombarded her with stories of Brett for what seemed like forever.
But I guess when the object of your affection is a man, it's different.
Well, it wasn't different to me. I felt the same thing for Henry that I felt for Brett. And the only real influence is that Henry cared about me. Or at least I hoped he did. If he didn't, he had a bogus way of showing it.
I gasped slightly shaken when I realized that my face was in someone's chest.
I looked up horrified when I realized that I had run into Henry. And I mean that literally.
"Oh God, I'm sorry." I said. "I-." My heart flipped, causing me to forget what I was going to say.
"It's okay. I didn't' hurt you did I?"
I stared into his deep blue eyes, pulled in by their softness.
"You could never-Um... I mean... No I'm fine. It was totally my fault. Stupid me, huh?"
"Actually I think you're pretty smart."
I felt the heat rising in my cheeks. "Thanks."
"You looked like you were deep in thought." He said. "Something on your mind?"
I sighed remembering the way Bianca had had a huge cow when I told her about Henry.
"Just my best friend... or ex-best friend." I blurted out.
"Want to talk about it?"
I'd love to... I thought but my mouth wouldn't move.
Henry smiled and nudged my arm.
"Come on; let's go sit on our favorite bench and talk."
Just hearing those words made me feel as though I could fly.