*****

They say he's hard to read.

That you never know what he's thinking.

But it's not true. You just have to know how.

I do.

I settle down in the bed we share and think of our time together. He's been my best friend since we were little. We went from sharing our sand shovels, to becoming friends, saving each other seats at lunch so we didn't have to sit by icky girls like Cordelia Chase. We then became best friends, he's the only one who really knows me. We were in the band together, and now we've evolved into lovers.

I'm so fucking happy with him.

Everyday, when I look into his eyes, see him smile, hear one of his witty one-liners, I thank the Powers that Be that sent him to me.

Nobody knows him like I do. You want to know what he's thinking- watch for his reaction in his eyes. They truly are the window to his soul. I can tell when he's happy, sad, excited, angry, wanting to fuck, or just wanting to relax. Hang out. Make love.

Yes, I am in love with him. You'd never take me, of all people, to fall in love. But I did.

He stirs and I tighten my hold on him. I never want to let him go. I smile as he awakens.

"Morning," I say.

He smiles back at me. "Hey." We make small talk about our plans for the day, and all. Trip to the coffee shop, visit some friends, band rehearsal.

Then its time for me to bear my soul.

I take a deep breath, and I lock my eye with his. This is the moment.

"I love you Oz." I look in his eyes and wait for his reaction.

Flicker. Astonishment. Flicker. Shock. Flicker. Amazement. Flicker....

"I love you too Dev."

Flicker.

He's lying.

I can tell.

*The end*