Song of the chapter: Best Day of My Life - American Authors

"Knock-knock. I hope you're up." Rae walked into my room, dressed simply in colourful flip flops and a denim shirt dress. "I want us to grab breakfast and go check out the cool places here."

"Look who's wearing flip flops today," I replied, glancing up from towelling my hair. "I've already eaten though but everything else sounds alright."

"Hmm, up early were we? You look much better than yesterday even, looking cute and all dolled up at 8 am. Am I missing something?" she asked, raising one of her bushy eyebrows. "Is that lipstick?"

I turned my face away, afraid of her calling my bluff. "First off, it's 9 am. Secondly, I wanted to be up early and I decided I'd get breakfast then too. Lastly, I'm only wearing a dress and sneakers. Plus I always have lipstick on. How does that qualify me as dolled up?"

"Zoe, knowing you you'd probably be wearing sweats right now with a tank or something. You'd grab old black Vans of yours and then go out. But you're perched on the bed doing your hair in that pretty dress, which looks really good on you by the way, and you're glowing."

She glanced at me for a long time before sighing, signalling her giving up. "I'll have to find out on my own then. Just hurry and meet me downstairs. I need to eat, love, before I starve to death. Cam says I'm already too skinny."

I laughed at her misinformed view of herself. "Rae, you're perfect and Cam worships the ground you walk on. You're just paranoid."

"And you're too sweet for your own good. But he does, doesn't he?" she said, her cheeks colouring with the mention of her beau. "Here I go blushing again. I'm so whipped, aren't I?" Her hazel eyes were glinting in the morning light making its way through the large windows overlooking the Millennium Park.

"Yes, yes you are. Let me finish up. You'll brag and I'll listen later, okay?"

She nodded her response and waltzed out of the room, her braided hair bouncing up and down behind her.

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"The nearest Starbucks, please? Thank you so much." We hailed a taxi cab outside of our hotel and made our way into town, navigating the morning traffic.

Rae's early morning coffee crave signified a long day ahead of me. Why I was that friend that always had to suffer totally perplexed me.

"I'm not going to rest today, am I?" I thought out loud.

"Not really, no." She flashed me a beautiful smile and playfully punched my shoulder. "You'll have the best time, trust me."

"Not really, no," I answered, imitating her previous answer. She frowned, her thick eyebrows drawing her eyes into thin slits. I blushed at her mimicking Mitchell when I sassed him.

Mitchell.

I was incredibly relieved and grinning like an idiot kinda happy now that we had resolved our relationship. I was already missing his newly reacquired company; I sent him a text message.

[Hey, Mitch. Wanna whisk me away to Mexico or some exotic paradise again? Or even to a comic bookstore? I'm desperate so I'm down if you are :(]

He replied after a few minutes: [Rae's taken u out, huh? Aw babe, I'd love to rescue u but Cam's kinda having his way with me rn. I still love u tho, x]

I can honestly say I'd never met two boys that loved each other the way Mitchell and Cameron did. It is a special kind of love that only a select few would ever get to experience, so deep and so rare it melted the iciest of hearts that I must say I'd have loved to be in the middle of.

Unfortunately Mitchell didn't love me like that: he loved me better.