"If I said nothing..." she started, but was cut off.
"...you'd be lying." he commented, giving her a knowing look. Laughing nervously, Laura let her glossy blue eyes drift to the ground, the cement on the sidewalk sparkling beneath the nearby street light.
"I'm just not sure what's going on. Why I'm here." she muttered, "the feelings, they never seem to last. Not just for me. But for Brooke."
"Why don't the feelings last?" Gil suddenly questioned.
"It's as if it's just an illusion. Brooke doesn't believe in love anymore because our lives are becoming like a soap opera, everything is twisted." she explained, "It's like, give, take away, give, yank away. It's becoming too much."
"It's overwhelming." he stated, "but it's all just the fear of wanting so badly that it'll be lost."
Laura tilted her head slightly, so that she could look at Gil. He had his head hung low, long blond locks falling aimlessly into his bright blue eyes which seemed rather dull. It hadn't occured to her that maybe what she was going through, was the same for Gil. She didn't realize that maybe it was partly her causing.
"I'm sorry." she whispered, lightly pulling her hand from his grip. She slide her hands into the pockets of her coat and turned her gaze from him to the sky. Watching the stars glitter above her as she tried to keep from letting a single tear slip past her eyelids.
"..for what?" he shot, snapping his head up from it's previously hung position to look at her. When he realized she wasn't looking, he glanced down at his hand which once was entwined with hers to see his hand shaking tremendously.
She sighed, "you know what I'm talking about."
"No." he shot, "I don't. Actually, I have no idea what-so-ever."
"Gil!" Laura cried, "All the twisted games...I'm sorry for partly making you and your brothers life a soap opera. And I'm sure my apology compares to the one that Brooke would be dying to tell you, if she could yank herself out of the protective ball she's in."
"Your not making my life like a television sit com." he assured, "Your not making it some stupid soap opera, and you sure as hell are not making it worse then what it would be without you."
"So, you take my friendship as a privilege?" Laura asked, almost stunned by what he had just said.
"It's more than a privilege." he grinned, "It's one thing that keeps me breathing."
Laura laughed, "It's great to know I have a best friend out there."
"Heh, yeah." Gil muttered, the word best friend circling around in the back of his head. Is that all he was to her? All he ever would be to her?