This came to mind when this guy I like asked me about my best friend. Then it clicked. A perfect fanfiction. Enjoy! I've always wanted to write about Bo anyways.

Vicky: Chose this instead. :P Haha, I know you'll like this though.

Note to all readers: I tried a different writing style this time. Let me know if you like it or not.

Tell Me Again

(Written Secret)

Have you ever experienced a sinking heart? I have. Has emotion made you giddy with pleasure, and then has been ripped from you? I've experienced that. How about discovering that your crush was head over heels for your best friend? That happened. Well, guess what? You've come to the right place. What is this place?

It's my place. Duh. You're reading my diary. Or journal. Whatever you want to call it.

Oh and if you're Luke and you're reading this, you better get the hell out of here now. No joke. I'll come and haunt you.

Leave.

Now.

Now.

NOW!

…

...

Anyways, this is my story. Bo Thomas. Yep. Me. The eighteen year old carpenter as of tomorrow – Fall second, my birthday. But I won't be totally happy, unfortunately. Should I be happy? I'm turning eighteen, after all. Legal ages and all that, yeah.

You want to know why?

Of course you do. People are so curious these days. Curiosity got me in this stupid mess.

Well, I'll tell you why.

Isn't that why you're reading this?

xoxoxo

Her name is Luna.

Not Lunar.

Not Lunette.

Not Lena.

And for god's sake, you people with drastically terrible hearing, not Tuna.

Because Tuna is a very odd name to give a girl who is so beautiful…like her.

The first of many things you will notice about her are her cascading curly pink pigtails. They're full of puffiness, whipping around and smacking whoever is behind her in the face. Believe me that happened to me many times. Long and luscious hair swatting me on the cheek…I don't mind at all. It's pretty cute.

Also, sometimes there are flowers in her hair. Yeah, you heard me right. Flowers. I suspect they are daisies she tucks between those thick strands. The flowers suit her. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside. Yep, that's her. Although I wouldn't really describe flowers as tough…they're high spirited and lovely and even mesmerizing. Like Luna.

Luke says we look cute together, but that's Luke. He thinks Owen and Selena look good together. Please, they're like total opposites.

But opposites attract.

I guess.

Relationships don't always work out though. If Owen and Selena hooked up they could be like fighting all the time. Ouch. Scary.

Okay, you know what? Forget Luke. That guy's mental.

Back to Luna.

Her piercing blue eyes can see anyone afar. They're a brilliant blue, unlike any that I've seen before. Mom's eyes were blue. That's probably one reason why I like Luna so much. As we locked our gazes, I was eye to eye with an icy stare that could see right through me. It was as if she could see into my soul. If only she could. If that were possible, she'd know my feeling. She wouldn't be oblivious and make me sad like that.

She's in love with the colour pink. I have to say, her rosy hair complements her eyes. They're brighter than your average blue-eyed person.

The thing is: she's always wearing pink. Whether she was shoes or a dress or even a bracelet – there's always the colour pink.

Would that drive you crazy?

I was crazy.

I was crazy for her.

The second I saw her, I was infatuated.

The fourth thing I said to her was, "You like pink?" My eyes were fixed on the carpet.

"Yes," she carelessly said. I suppose she was frequently asked this question.

And the first thing I said to her was, "Hi." That's how most conversations start anyways.

Then, "The weather sucks today." It was raining, like pouring rain. The drops drenched everyone who was outside for more than a minute. She was hollering at Luke as I draped a towel over her shoulders. That loud demanding voice complained that there was a leak in the roof. I remember her scowling about having to walk in this condition.

So the third thing I said to her was, "Here." The towel was fluffy enough for her hair to be wrung out. It hung limp and when she slipped out the ties, they frizzled. Poofed. Ballooned. It was cute. She is cute.

Without sparing me a glance, she wailed, "There's a freaking leak in my roof! Now my bed is all like, wet!"

Snicker.

This was a year ago. She was eighteen. I was about to turn seventeen. Love has no limits, truth to be told. It could work out. I was pretty sure I had a chance with her at that time.

Now?

I guess not anymore.

xoxoxo

She's fun to talk to. I talk to her occasionally. On my days off, on her days off, or even just randomly bumping into each other. Mostly I see her hanging outside her shop, listening to music and wandering around.

Once, when I wondered what she listened to, I then asked her. Kathy had teased my red face when I tapped her on the bony shoulder. I don't doubt that. It probably was bright red. But it was worth it, you know?

Luna replied: "It's by Owl City. Have you heard any of their songs?"

Owl City.

What an interesting band name. To be honest, I had never heard any of their songs. What kind of band were they? Rap? Pop? Techno? Electric? I told Luna "no" and that I would like to listen. A hopeful smile had creeped up on my face. If she was so into Owl City, maybe I would like it as well.

A little reluctantly, she slipped a headphone out of her ear. Offering me a tiny smile, she handed it to me. I then popped it into my ear and listened.

"Wow," I commented. "Sounds pretty cool."

The tune involved many instruments. I couldn't pinpoint them all. There was like an electric piano, and also the strumming of an electric guitar. There were even the beating drums and a bunch of edgy electronic notes. After deciding that the genre was electronic, I started to get a feeling of it. It flowed from sequence to sequence quite smoothly. Everything brilliantly blended well. Overall, it was quite catchy.

In the night, I found myself humming the melody.

xoxoxo

Our conversations were about the weirdest of things too. Sometimes we discussed the different sights of Castanet. I described to her the haunting Fugue Forest, and the thrill of a mine cart ride. She painted the picture of Kathy's gorgeous to me with words. Beautiful!

I also asked her what she felt about the ocean. Personally I think it's romantic. Heh, I'm just a sucker for romance ever since I met her. Anyways, if her reaction was good I would invite her to the summer festival with me. Yep. Hurrah!

Not.

I was so confident she'd love the ocean.

But instead, she honestly told me she disliked it. "The smell gives me headaches," she admitted. "And the water gives me rashes. I honestly can't stand it. Why?" She blushed. She looked so cute, like always. I had the sudden urge to kiss the top of her head and tell her the truth: that I was infatuated with her, and never wanted it to end.

I said, "Heh, just wondering," as my heart sank. Disappointment filled me. So that chance was blown. I couldn't ask her to the summer festival if she wasn't even going to go.

There were two more festivals I could have asked her to.

The first one, Dale grounded me, so I couldn't even go in the first place.

The second time, I implied that we could go together as friends. Best friends. But she declined. "Dude, I gotta go with my family," she explained. "Family before friends, right?" She nodded, but hugged me. "Thanks though!"

Those hugs are always amazing. They never change. Tight squeezing around the neck, meaningful and caring. I enjoy her hugs, and embrace her back. I hope they're as good as hers. Which they are probably not.

She was right. Family before friends. Very important.

We're best friends now. I'd rather have that then nothing. Seriously. It's either no Luna, or yes Luna. I want yes Luna. If I asked her out, wouldn't that mess up our friendship and make it no Luna? Luke keeps saying to me, "Tell her your feelings, bro. She's a girl. She'll understand." Says the guy who doesn't have a girlfriend. Nice advice. Totally. Not.

She doesn't have a boyfriend either. That's a good sign, right? Yep.

There's a hope in my heart. Maybe she likes me. Maybe. Just maybe. But highly unlikely.

Out of all the things we talk about, we don't talk about our love lives. So I don't know if she's had a boyfriend or before or not. And she doesn't know that I've never had a girlfriend before. Ooh, inexperienced Bo! Yeah.

Actually, I don't really mind that we don't touch on that stuff. Besides, I already tell her everything else. Except for the fact that I like her. Or possibly love her.

My feelings for Luna have increased as the days fly by my eyes. There she is, cooing. Perching in the chair of her room, sketching clothing designs. Sticking out her tongue while trying to concentrate on her sewing. Laughing along with me, the light shining on her face. Splashing freckles across her petite nose.

She's constantly on my mind. My heart beats faster whenever around her. I can say what I want to say truthfully and not regrettably.

Luna.

My Luna.

Or was my Luna.

xoxoxo

"Should I ask this guy I like out?" Luna suddenly asked. We were licking strawberry ice cream at the lighthouse. Yum. Seriously. It was delicious. I haven't had ice cream in a while. Even with the incoming fall season, it's still like...warm.

I'm pretty sure my heart fluttered right there. I was so confident she was talking about me, but it wouldn't be cool if I kissed her right then. I could have jumped, punched the air, and screamed, "Woohoo!"

I wanted to, believe me. I was so happy.

Casually, I rotated the cone and licked the melting side. It now tasted sweeter than before. Probably because of my joy. "What's he like?" I didn't attempt to meet her eyes. She would have probably seen right through me. That would have been awkward.

After a few seconds of wondering, Luna replied, "Funny, talkative, he understands...he gives good advice. He's fun to be around. He's pretty cool. I really like him."

I froze. Whoa. That does describe me. I think. Could she be talking about me? Yes please. Hell yes! I decided to take my chances and then said, "Yeah. Go for it!"

Then she squealed and hugged me. Which was amazing like usual by the way. But something wasn't right. And I found out what that something was when she said, "Thanks Bo! I'll go ask Luke right now!"

All my happiness was stripped away from me, just like that. My heart was sinking in a bottomless hole in my stomach. What? Did she just say she likes my best friend?

Yes. She did.

Shit.

Not cool.

Luna left with a skip in her step.

I tried not to cry.

Tried.

Doesn't mean I didn't.

xoxoxo

Yeah. It's been two hours since it happened. Luke isn't home yet. Maybe he rejected her. Maybe. Don't get your hopes up, Bo. I'll just keep waiting. Perhaps hoping.

Oh my goddess. How could I ever think she could love me? I'm stupid, lanky Bo. No one could ever love me. I'll always be the best friend. Never the lover. Never. Aargh. I feel empty inside now. Sad. Mad. I don't know. I miss Luna already.

Wow.

I think I love her.

Oh. Wait, she will never consider me a love. She likes Luke. My best friend.

I guess my love for her will remain a written secret.

The black ballpoint pen clatters on the desk, neglected. A hand lingers above the tool, a slight tremble mixed within all the disbelief. It rolls on the smooth wooden surface. Longing green eyes trail the object. When the pen finally halts, they snap towards the paper. They skim across the written words, making sure every detail is accurate.

At last, there is satisfaction. A little pride. And much, much, sadness. He dejectedly sighs.

As the tear silently trickles down his cheek, he wonders what would happen if he just told her the truth.

Did you like that? It's a different writing style for me, so please tell me if it's working out or not.

Vicky: Did you see the reference to the original title that you gave me? Thanks a ton.

By the way, do you think I should continue this or not? Heh. It could be a long fic or one-shot. Please tell me your opinion.

Reviews might bring Luna and Bo back together. :3

~diego