Not So Nice Guy

by R.S. Grey

For 1300 days, I’ve been best friends with Ian Fletcher, and for 1300 days, I’ve convinced myself I’m not in love with him. I just really, really like pennies.

Are there people walking around this planet who don’t like chocolate?

He nods, taking in my information with a big smile. This guy really thinks he’s going to get Sam—my Sam.

You know what’s hard? Try having a crush on her for three years and then come talk to me.

“Why do you think I ordered those rings, Hot Lips?” He smirks. “We’re going to have to get married.”

“Do you want to marry me, yes or no?” “YES!”

Ian’s in love with me.

He’s staring at me with serious eyes…I-love-you eyes.

“You’re leaving out one thing,” I prod. He frowns. “What?” Then an idea hits him. “Oh, right: I’ll always love you. Is that what you were after?” I sigh with feigned exasperation, like, Ugh, you idiot. “No. Love shmove—I don’t care about that. Promise me you’ll always be my best friend.” He laughs, tips his head down, and kisses my cheek. “I thought that was obvious, Hot Lips. Best friends, forever.”