I wake and I’m laying down next to Vic. He looks peaceful and he’s snoring pretty loud too. It makes me giggle, and I catch myself gazing at him. I see that his arm is around me. I actually like it. He moans a little and it makes me giggle. His eyes flinch wide open once he sees me. I smile, “Good Morning.” He looks around the room, at what he’s wearing, and then back to me. I laugh, “I think we got here pretty late.”

He chuckles turning on his side to look directly at me, “Yeah. And you made me carry you.” I chuckle, “Oh. That's right.” “Yeah you were in a deep sleep. And heavy!” He exaggerates on that last word. I slap his arm and he chuckles loudly. “You know I kid.” “Ass.” “You love my ass.” And he stares at me with a grin. I glare at him. “Yeah. I actually do.” And we both burst into laughter, smiling as we do. All of a sudden, he becomes serious. I look at him curiously, “What’s wrong?” His lips are in a grim line and you can tell he’s struggling to say what he’s feeling. I lay my head down as I grab his arm and hug it. He’s surprised by my gesture and lightens up a bit with that grim line gone. “I’m kind of worried about you.” he finally says.

I tilt my head to the side, wondering why the hell would he be worried about me. “What your, seems to be step mom, and how they were yelling at you.” His eyes are staring at me. They look really nice. It makes me just want to break down and hug him. Ya know? But, I snap out of it. “Yes, she’s my step mom.” He nods, “Why was she acting like...” I interrupt him, “A bitch?” I get off my bed and turn to him, "I'm fine. Don't be worry about me." And I leave to my bathroom.

I’m making breakfast for everyone while I text my assistants, telling them what to do for work today because I’ve decided to skip out on work today to hang with Vic, again. The perks of being lead manager.

The girls come out of nowhere, grabbing the food I have laid out on the table, and they immediately shove it in their mouths. I can tell that they're late for work, again. Tanya bumps into Sara while she's trying to make a phone call, and then Melody drops the pancakes that she has in her mouth. Seriously, I could laugh at them all day. “Have a nice day!” I yell. "Bye! Love you!" Sara's out the door first. Melody gets another pancake, but this time she uses a napkin to hold it, and she's out the door. Tanya’s the last to leave. I think she's looking for her keys. "Front door table." I say. She chuckles as she heads to it. “Thank you.” She's almost out the door, but stops to look at me, “I know Vic’s here.” she looks at me with a what the hell are you doing look. “Ain’t like that. Go to work.” And she pouts her lips and leaves. And I giggle.

I made extra eggs, pancakes, and bacon for Vic and I. I made sure to have a full bottle of syrup because I know he loves to drown his pancakes with it. I take two plates out from the dish washer and I feel Vic here, standing, watching me. I turn around to look at him. “Good morning.” he says smiling. I grin, “Good morning. I made you breakfast.” He smiles in excitement while clapping his hands together, “Can’t wait for this!!!” I laugh at him and we eat.

I catch him staring at me and it’s… Cute. I like that because I’m staring too.

Wait. Stop. Just stop Tiffany. Stop.

“This is delicious! The best pancakes in the world!” he exclaims throwing his arms in the air. I laugh at him, “Thanks, boo.” “Oh. Pet names now huh?” he winks at me. I laugh, “Vic, we gotta talk. Like really talk.” He continues eating but, stares at me, “Hit me.” I shake my head, “Not now.” And I throw a piece of bacon at him. He laughs, “What the hell!” And I giggle. He throws it back and war begins.

We’re squinting at each other. And then we burst into laughter. There is no food left on our plates because of the war. “Thanks Vic. Now I have to clean all of this up.” I say standing up to pick up the food. He walks over to my side, “With my help.” and throws a small piece of bacon at me and I laugh.

We both bend down to the floor, at the same time, to pick up the food and we bump heads, “Ow!” we exclaim and then burst into laughter. He’s looking at me and I’m looking back. I watch his gaze. He's gazing at me. What the hell... I see him lean towards my lips, slowly. I lean forward as well but, “Please. Don’t. Kiss. Me.” I say each word slowly, watching his lips and then his eyes and then his lips. He leans closer, “And why not?” He’s breathing on my lips now. “Just don’t.” and I look away. He stands up, “Dammit Tiffany!!” he’s frustrated now. I stand up looking away from him still. “Why won’t you let me kiss you?! Why won’t you tell me anything???!!” I walk to the sink with my head down. I don't want to tell him...

He sighs and walks to me, “I’m sorry.” he says softly to my left ear. “Let’s go to the beach.” I say. I turn to him and he’s 2 inches away from me, and trying to figure out my expression. I watch his eyes and lips. I really wanna kiss you. The tension and static between us is driving me nuts! He nods, “I’m gonna go shower and change now..” I snap out of it and slowly walk away and then stop to look at him, “You can use the bathroom that’s near Tanya’s room.” He nods and he's out of sight.

I decide on a short summer dress. It’s covered in red roses and stems. I love roses. They’re beautiful. It’s gonna be hot out. I brush my hair out and do some eye liner on my eye lid. Am I gonna lose him if I tell him? I grab my car keys and phone and I’m set.

I meet Vic in the living room. He hasn’t changed but, I’m pretty sure he’s showered. “Let me get you a new shirt.” I say. “It’s fine, Tiff.” he says. “Are you sure?” He nods, “You look beautiful.” I grin, “Thank you.” and we walk to my car.

I’m driving along the road and we can see the ocean clearly. It’s beautiful. I giggle, “Remember the smores?” He chuckles, “Oh man, who could forget?” We made smores this one time at this beach and I accidentally got it caught in Vic’s hair. “It’s why I’m slightly more bald.” And I burst into laughter and he’s smiling at me.

We step out the car and I meet him in his arms as we walk. His arm’s around my shoulder, mine around his tiny waist, and we walk down the beach. It's a nice, cool breeze. Vic’s telling me all about the upcoming tour. “I would love it if you came with us. Maybe you can sell your works clothing line.” he says joyfully jumping up and down. I giggle at him, “That sounds like fun!” But my voice fades... He stops his jumping to look at me, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I shake my head, “It’s not that…” He’s waiting for an answer. I’m looking at the ground. His hands find my face, and they embrace me. So comforting. I hold his wrists as I look at him. “You don’t know what you’re getting into.” He shakes his head, “Then tell me.” I sigh and push his arms away. “I can't.” I say raising my voice a little. He’s looking at me, “Why is that?” I shake my head and shrug. I’m not ready to tell him why. "Tiff, come on." “I just can't, okay!!” I finally cracked. And he’s in shock. I sit criss cross on the sand and he follows. “I'm sorry.” I say softly. He grabs my hand and grips it. I'm totally surprised by this, and it makes me grin.

We sit in a comfortable silence as watch the waves move.

I turn to look at him. He's still gripping my hand. “I’m scared of losing you." He immediately looks at me with those big brown eyes. He's curious. "Because I like and care for you too much.” I continue. “You make me feel different. So very different. I think it’s cause when I push you away, you pull me back.” He’s staring with a shock expression and a grin. Awed by my words. “I'm not going anywhere.” He’s smiling at me. He lifts my hand that's held by him and kisses it. It makes my stomach tie up in knots and I feel my cheeks turn a bit red.

Dammit. Okay. He cannot do that because it makes me want to kiss him. And that cannot happen, again.

We don’t say anything anymore. But, stare off into the ocean.

We are on our way to his house, and we see this chick with a nice humungous ass. “Dude, that ass though.” he says chuckling loudly. “You're a perv!!” I exclaim laughing. He stops laughing and say, "Thank you for today. You have made my day since the day it has not been made." I glance at him and then I look back at the road. "What?" and chuckle. "Just thank you." I feel his hand grip my hand that's resting on the arm rest.

Why does he keep doing that?

"Left turn!" I exclaim pulling away from him to turn the wheel with both my hands. He doesn't say anything. I can't do this... We're best friends. And that's all we are.

We finally arrive at his house and I walk him to the front door. He looks up from the ground and smiles at me, "Thanks again for today. I had a great time, best friend." His smile. I don't know why but, I have a sudden rush of today. The hand holding and staring. The almost kiss moment. I want him. I watch him take out his keys to unlock the front door. And I just do it.

I caress his face with my hands. I see his face for a second, and I meet his lips with mine. I kiss him, and I kiss him hard. I've been wanting to do this for a long time. I hear his keys drop to the floor. I feel him caress my cheeks, gently rubbing them with his thumbs, while his soft lips are moving in all the right motions with mine. I feel him giving his all. I'm out of breathe but, I don't want to stop. I'm completely lost now.