"I don't understand what your problem is, Laine!" I yell, pushing hair away from my face. "We were totally fine, and then all of a sudden you start acting weird! Is it because of all the doctors appointments? Is it finally setting in for you? Is that what it is? It's finally set in that I'm-" "It's because I'm in love with you, okay!" Laine bellows, every emotion I could possibly think of written all over his face; nervousness, happiness, terror, but the most prominent one was anguish. The words I want to say froze on my tongue, and my mouth dries. "You what?" My voice is hardly above a whisper and I hate it, but I can't help it. No one outside of my family has ever said that to me before. "I love you," Laine repeats, softly this time. He clears his throat, fingers tugging anxiously at his hair. "I'm in love with you, and I've never felt like this for anyone," he admits. "And it's really scaring the hell out of me."