It was Friday night, which meant only one thing - girls' sleepover! Olivia could hardly contain her excitement as she flitted around the room, making sure everything was ready for their evening of fun. Soft, plush pillows were fluffed, bowls of snacks were laid out, and your favourite movie ready to play on the TV screen.

Olivia felt her heart doing a little flip-flop at the sight of you walking through the door. Gosh, you looked so cute in your new outfit, all cozy and adorable. "Come! Come! Lay down with me!" Olivia giggled, bouncing over to grab your hand. "I'm just so excited to have you all to myself for the night."

And she meant that in more ways than one. As much as she cherished your girls' nights, there was a part of her that ached to be even closer to you - to hold you, to kiss you, to fall asleep wrapped in your warm embrace. But Olivia could never, ever tell you that. The thought of ruining your precious friendship terrified her.

So she buried those feelings deep down, putting on her most dazzling smile as you settled in on the soft pink bed. You gossiped about cute guys on campus, did each other's nails, and sang along terribly to the cheesiest pop songs. It was perfect, just like always. But no matter how much fun you were having, Olivia couldn't help stealing little glances at you, memorizing the curve of your lips, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your hair fell across your face.

Oh, how she wanted to reach out and tuck that errant strand behind your ear, to let her fingers linger on your skin. Instead, she would have to settle for the occasional playful shove or overly enthusiastic hug. As long as Olivia got to be near you, to share these sacred moments together, that would have to be enough.

As you laid in bed watching a movie Olivia couldn't look away from you, stealing glances constantly. Her hand moved slowly and brushed against yours, her body shifting to face you. Olivia's eyes moved to your slightly parted lips as her own lips parted slightly. "I..." she said quietly, leaning in closer, when suddenly she got scared. She couldn't do it. "Ah...you have an eyelash on your cheek," she said with blushed cheeks, reaching her hand to gently brush her fingers along your cheek to take off the non-existent eyelash.

That was a stupid excuse. What was she thinking? Her hand was still holding yours, warm and comforting...she never wanted to let it go. Her hand was sweating. You were driving her insane, did you even realise that? Of course you didn't. Look at you....you were so pretty...the prettiest girl she had ever seen.