You wake up at 11a.m. You feel like your gonna have a great day. Or so you thought.

HEY DUMMY. Did you take the TV remote to your room our something? I can find it anywere... WHAT ARE YOU LOKING AT HELP ME FIND THE TV REMOTE. She blushes has she says that

Oh... Thanks Dummy.... I guess i should check the couch then.

Hey Dummy... I see you up.... So, did you get it yet? The remote? You know that I want to watch cartoons before going out and meeting with my friend right? Just asking....

Oh... Thanks Dummy... I mean... Umm.... You know what nevermind. Just give it to me and go back to sleep if you want. Don't mind me, I'm fine. Yeah, just fine. She smiles awkwardly as she says that

Oh... Umm... Sure Dummy. I mean, yeah. Go ahead. You know where the bathroom is. And don't forget to clean up after you, will ya? There's shampoo and soap in there if you need them. Just make sure you use a towel or something, okay? Thanks, dummy... She giggles awkwardly as she says that

While he's in the bathroom, I clean up the living room and get dressed. I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me today... usually I'm not this flustered around him. Maybe it's just because we're finally spending time together without having to worry about work or school? Or maybe he just looks extra cute when he's clean and fresh from the shower? He's always been there for me, through thick and thin... I mean, literally. Like that time when I got my first period and didn't have any pads or tampons... he let me borrow some of his underwear until I could get to the store! What a nice guy... A dummy, but a nice guy.

I decide to go ahead and make some breakfast for both of us. Scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with jam... all of our favorites. Maybe eating together will help us relax before my big meeting today? At least that's what I hope. As I cook, I can hear the water running in the bathroom... it makes me feel a little nervous for some reason. Is he okay in there by himself? Should I check on him? Nah, he'll be fine. He's a dummy, but dummies are strong, right? Right?

I put our plates of food on the kitchen table and go back to make sure everything is set up just how we like it before going to get him. Maybe this will be the day where we finally open up about what's really been bothering us lately... or maybe I'll just end up punching him for being such a dummy sometimes. Only time will tell.

Oh... Umm... Okay, I'll just give you a sec then... I blush and look away awkwardly as he walks past me in just a towel, revealing his rather large... "dummy"

I take a deep breath and force myself to smile Yeah, I'm fine... Don't worry about me. Just go get dressed or something. I'll be just fine on my own.

I sit down at the table with a smile on my face, trying to act like everything is normal. I take a bite of my eggs and chew slowly, watching as he approaches the table with caution. He looks so cute in those jeans... and that T-shirt hugs his body perfectly. Maybe I should tell him how I really feel today? No, no, that's dumb. We don't need any more complications in our life. Besides, he's my best friend... my roommate... my dummy.

"So," I say between mouthfuls of food, trying to sound casual, "how was your shower?" He gives me a funny look but continues eating. "And are you excited for today? The meeting with the potential investor?" I ask, eagerly sipping my orange juice. It's strange... usually he would have plenty to say about this kind of thing, but now it feels like we're both just trying to avoid talking about what really matters.

Maybe later tonight, when we're lying in bed and the world has finally gone quiet... maybe then I can muster up enough courage to tell him how much he means to me. How much of a dummy I think he is... but in the best possible way. For now, I'll just enjoy our breakfast and try not to stare too much at his cute little ears poking out from under that T-shirt.

Maybe it is stress that has me feeling a little off-kilter today... But I'm trying my best to keep calm and focused. I take another bite of breakfast, hoping the food will settle my nerves and help clear my head. "Thank you, dummy," I say with a small smile. "Your support means everything to me."

We eat in silence for a while, both lost in our own thoughts. The ticking clock on the wall seems impossibly loud as we wait for it to pass the time. Finally, I push my empty plate aside and take a deep breath, deciding that now is as good a time as any. "There's something I want to talk to you about," I say, my voice soft but steady. "Something important."

His eyes meet mine, and I can see the worry creeping into them. "Okay... What is it?" He asks gently. There's no judgment there; he knows that whatever it is, I need to tell him. I take another deep breath before continuing, mustering up all the courage I can find.

"It's about us," I say, my voice shaking slightly. "I mean... we've been living together for so long now, and you're always there for me when I need you... but..." My voice trails off as I search for the right words to express what's in my heart.

He leans forward, studying my face intently. "But what?" he prompts softly, his voice full of concern and love. I close my eyes, steeling myself against the fear that threatens to overwhelm me. This is it. Now or never.

But... I think I might have feelings for you. Not just as my best friend or my roommate, but more than that. It's like this strange mixture of love and friendship all tangled together in this knot inside my chest...and it's been there for so long now, growing bigger every day.

His eyes widen slightly at first, then soften as he looks at me with a mix of surprise and understanding. "Is that...?" He starts to say before trailing off, seeming unsure how I want him to react.

I swallow hard, trying to force down the lump in my throat. "Yes," I whisper. "That's what it is." My heart feels like it's going to burst out of my chest, but at least now that I've said it, the words don't feel quite so heavy anymore.

He hesitates for a moment longer before finally speaking. "Miia...," he starts, his voice gentle and soft, "I think I feel the same way." His admission catches me off guard; my heart skips a beat as hope begins to bloom within me. "I've been in love with you for a long time too."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over onto my cheeks. "Really?" I choke out, unable to believe that this could possibly be real.

He nods, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. His skin is warm against mine, and for a moment, everything else fades away. It's just him and me... two people who have been friends for so long now, but might finally have the chance to be something more. "Really," he says with certainty. "And I don't want things to change between us. I want

My face flames at his words, and I feel a laugh bubble up inside me despite the emotional turmoil we've just been through. He is cute... and kind, and understanding, and funny... everything I could ever want in a partner. "I know exactly what you mean," I tell him with a smile. "You are really something special to me too."

We sit there for a moment longer, holding hands across the table, lost in our own little world of love and friendship. There's still so much to figure out and talk about... but for now, it feels enough just knowing how we both feel. We can navigate this together, as roommates, as friends, and maybe even more if we're lucky.

Eventually, the silence grows a little awkward again, and I find myself wondering what to say next. "So..." I begin hesitantly, "what should we do now?"

I feel my cheeks heat up even more at his question, and I can't help but blush brightly as I glance down at our intertwined hands. A part of me wants to say yes instantly... but another part of me is still a little nervous about this whole thing. We've never been in a romantic relationship before, and we don't want to ruin what we already have.

"Well..." I begin slowly, searching for the right words, "I mean... if you really want to... and you're sure it won't change anything between us... then yes." My voice wavers slightly at the end, but he just smiles reassuringly before leaning in closer. His lips brush against mine softly at first, tentatively exploring the new territory they've been longing to touch for so long.

My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I kiss him back, unable to believe how amazing this feels. This is it... this is our first real kiss, and even though it's just a small peck on the lips, it carries with it an ocean of emotion. It's perfect. It's us. And despite all of the questions and uncertainties that still linger between us, for this moment at least, everything feels right.

I'm not sure what I expected our first kiss to be like, but it definitely wasn't this... perfect. His lips feel soft against mine, and his gentle touch sends shivers down my spine. As he pulls back for air, I can see the desire burning in his eyes, and it only makes me want more.

"Amazing?" I repeat, trying to sound casual as I run my fingers through his hair. "I think that's one word for it." My heart is racing now, and I feel like I could barely breathe without him nearby. But despite the intensity of our feelings, we both know that we need to take things slow... at least for a little while longer. We still have so much to talk about and figure out before anything more can happen between us.

For now, though, all I want is to stay right here in this moment... with him. And as our lips meet once again in a tender kiss, it feels like the entire world fades away except for this one perfect second where it's just us, together at last.

I nod in agreement, nestling closer to him as he wraps his arms around me. There's nothing else I want more than to stay like this forever... just the two of us, surrounded by love and trust. Even though we have so much to figure out, somehow knowing that we feel this way about each other makes everything seem a little less scary.

As we sit there together in silence, content just to be close, I realize how lucky I am to have someone like him in my life. He's not perfect... he can be clumsy and forgetful at times, but those imperfections only make me love him more. And for the first time ever, I can honestly say that I want nothing more than for this feeling between us to grow stronger each day - no matter where it leads us or how crazy our lives might get along the way.

So yeah... screw your meeting, dummy. I think I'd rather spend all day cuddling with you instead. And if that means we end up on your naughty list this year, then so be it. It'll definitely be worth it.

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts before I answer. It's not an easy question to answer, and the more time passes, the less certain I am of when exactly everything changed between us. "I think it started as just... friendly feelings," I begin, "you know, like how people care about their best friends. But over time, those feelings just sort of grew into something more." I pause for a moment, searching his eyes for any signs of understanding or judgment before continuing. "And then there was that time we shared the bed... and the other night when you were sleepwalking... and how close we've become since moving in together... It all just sort of built up over time until I couldn't ignore it anymore."

He listens intently, never once breaking eye contact with me as I speak. When I finish, he nods slowly, seeming to take my words to heart. "I can understand that," he says softly. "And I feel the same way... From the moment we met at that college orientation, you've always been special to me." His gaze drifts down for a moment before returning to meet mine again. "Even when I was dating other girls..." He trails off awkwardly.

I bite my lip, unsure how much to reveal about my own past relationships. "Me too," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "But even then... even with all those other people in our lives... you were always the one that mattered most."

He blushes at this confession and leans in closer, his breath brushing lightly against my cheek as he whispers, "And now...?" There's an almost desperate need in his voice, a longing for reassurance. I smile tenderly and cup his face in my hands, gazing