When we collide

Prologue

Being best friends with a guy isn't as easy as you'd like it to be. You'd think it would be normal, fun, and a little different from having a girl as your best friend, which it is. Don't get me wrong. But there's something about having a male as your best friend that strikes me as difficult. Especially when there is going to be unwanted feelings involved.

I have known Mark for the majority of my life, meaning he is the closest person in my life other than my family. He always fought for me. He always Made me feel special at the times I felt like I wasn't. He saved me.

I remember the time we met, when he caught the boys in our class picking on me when we were young-when he came over and snatched me away from their tiny insults that seem like nothing to me now. He was like my knight in shining armour- the little boy that saved me from my worst nightmares.

He made me happy with the littlest things. Like that awful nickname he gave me, which has no link to my name what so ever.

"Lily." He called me.

What was that even about? It made me laugh every single time he called me that, to begin with anyway. After a while I eventually got used to it, which is weird because my name is completely and utterly different to it.

Now I can't seem to be that way with him. For me it is difficult to keep up this relationship because I can't stop thinking back to the last time we were close. When we were normal. But after so much time together, after so many stupid fights, jokes, and playful insults I began to realise something.

I began to realise what I wanted and what I didn't want.

And I didn't want to be his friend anymore.

I wanted something more.