I pay the pizza guy and put the giant box in the kitchen. Collie is coming over for our weekly Flix-a-thon, and this is the day that I look forward to every single week. Every single week since college. We would get together and watch movies or shows, and I love them because it's the only chance for me to get a little more intimate with her every week for legitimate reasons. No boyfriends or girlfriends, just us two, hanging out in a dark room while sitting really closely to each other. I grab the softest and most comfortable blanket from my closet, and I set it on the sofa. I've been meaning to get the air-conditioner fixed, but I just didn't have time, and I don't want y/n to get cold or anything. Plus, the freezing air is a good way to get Diana out if she gets too... much. I know she's supposed to be my girlfriend and all, but I just don't feel like I can give her my heart, because there's someone else in the world that can take better care of it.

The doorbell rings, and I smooth my hair down to make sure it isn't some kind of weird porcupine creature. I brush my bangs with my fingers quickly and I open the door.

"Hey you," I say.

She looks so simple, yet she's the most beautiful thing in the room right now, not even Diana could rival her. Heck, not even my violin could rival her.

"Hey loser," she gives me the most radiant smile, and she settles down on the couch. She unzips her hoodie, which made my mouth go dry.

"What are we watching tonight?" She asks.

  "Well, I chose this film called 'The Perfection'. I heard it has some violin playing in it and I thought it would be good for a good insult session," I grab the pizza box and put it on the table.

  "Are you sure it's not Perfectionist?" She asks.

  "Exactly my sentiment," I laugh at her comment.

  She starts eating, and I'm kind of mesmerized. She's one of those attractive eaters, even though the mouthful of pizza kind of makes her look like an adorable chipmunk.

  "Dang, how hungry are you girl?" He asks.

She looks up at me, her big eyes shining under the light, and smiles, making her look even more endearing.

  "I didn't have lunch, and I took a nap, so I didn't really have time to cook anything," she picks up another slice, "How much do I owe you?"

  "It's fine, it's on me," I sit down next to her and hand her the blanket. She shares it with me, and I can feel her warmth radiating from underneath.

  The movie isn't all that interesting, so we decided to watch something else instead. We decide on 'Friends', because I know she is fond of it.

"See, she's your lobster," Phoebe Buffay says.

  I look over at her, her eyes are glistening from the reflection of the screen. I wonder who her lobster is, because with every minute that we spend together, nay, every second, she seems to be more perfect. It's as if her quirks and flaws make her seem all the more perfect and unreachable, so close, and yet I just can't touch her and make her feel loved, because I bet she doesn't even know how much I love her and want to care for her, more than a friend would. Yes, I love her. We're already past the like phase. I love her, and it's undeniable. She looks so cute when she's focused on something. I realize that I haven't even been watching the show, and I've just been staring for a good 10 minutes now. She starts quaking and her face loses it's color.

  "Hey Col, why are you shaking? Are you cold?" I ask her.

She nods slightly, and I wrap my arm around her. She's freezing, but warm at the same time. She feels so tiny in my arms, and I just want to pull her in a little closer. I love it when I can do this to her, just something as simple as holding her in my arms. The world seems a little more peaceful when she's close, almost like no harm's going to befall us, because we have each other, and that's all that matters.

"Ding-dong", the doorbell rings. Did I speak too soon?

  I sigh, perhaps a little too audibly. Why does the universe hate me? Why does it have to ruin such a perfect moment? I slowly unwrap my arm that's around her, savoring the last of her warmth, and I open the door. Hopefully this will be quick.

  "Hello, my Bretty boy," Diana says.

  What is she doing here? Doesn't she know tonight's Flix-a-thon with Colette?

  "What are you doing here?" I ask.

  "Brett, why do you seem so angry?" She asks, snaking her arms around my neck, trying to force a kiss, but I manage to avoid it.

  "Now's not a good time, I have company," I say, trying to shoo her away.

  "But I brought wine, and I thought we could have a little drunk fun," she pouts.

  "But someone's over right now," I say again.

  "Hang on," she pulls me in closer to her and starts sniffing.

  "It's Colette, isn't it? Colette's here?" She stares at me angrily.

  "So what? We always hang out on Monday nights," I try to defend us.

  She scoffs. Why does she get to ruin such a tender moment? i just want to get back to y/n as soon as possible.

  "Why is it always her? Do you value her more than you value me?" She asks.

  "Don't make me choose, you obviously know my answer," I sigh.

  "Do I? Do I really? Because it clearly seems like you two are having an affair!" She yells.

  "Pipe down, Diana," I warn her. I don't want the entire neighborhood hearing about our business, and of course I don't want to worry Collie.

Diana stops talking and folds her arms. I look back and see y/n standing behind me, clearly in shock. Diana glares at Colette, and she walks past me with her head bowed down.

"Umm... Brett, I think I'm gonna go," she says as she rushes past the both of us.

"Wait... no... Col..." I call out, but she has already dashed off.

"Yeah, call out to her, when your girlfriend is standing right in front of you," Diana spits.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask her, clearly frustrated.

"I want you to break off your friendship with her," she says while staring into my eyes.

I sigh, "You know I can't do that."

"I can let the fact that you've been cheating on me every since we started dating go, but if you're going to be so unrepentant about it, then fine," she says coldly.

"What are you going to do?" I ask.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she says innocently as she pushes past me.

"Now, let's get that stupid flower scent out of your place," she says as she lays down on the couch.

"Diana, please leave. You're obviously upset, and you should really go calm down in your apartment," I say as I hold the door open.

"Are you chasing me out? You never did that when we started dating," She says while holding her hand to her chest.

"Sweetheart, I just think you should relax a little. She's just a friend," I say.

"Fine, but I want you to stop hanging out with her so much, are you capable of that?" She asks.

I suppose I have to agree with her and compromise, since we are still in a relationship after all.

  "Fine. I promise. I'll stop hanging out with her so much," I say reluctantly.

  "Great!" She squeals as she comes over and pulls me onto the couch.

  She pulls the wine out of it's bag and unscrews the cork.

  "Why don't you go grab a couple of wine glasses?"

  "I'm not in the mood."

  She frowns. Not again.