His fingers lingered above the pastel pink phone, just itching to grab a hold of it and dial those ten measly numbers. Cal sighed, and set his hand back down next to his leg. He just couldn’t do it. He wanted to, but he just couldn’t bring himself to.

After all, it isn’t easy telling your male best friend that you’re in love with him. Especially, when he happens to be smitten with your older sister.

Cal gave one, long, love-sick sigh as he let himself fall backwards onto his sister’s stuff animal decorated bed. Slowly, he let his lids slide close, and his imagination come to life.

It was times like this, when his sister was away at cheerleading practice, that Cal liked to pretend that he wasn’t “Cal” but, “Katrina”, his sister.

It was a nice thought, Dave being in love with him.

However, some things just weren’t meant to be. Sitting back up, Cal looked at the pastel pink phone once more, before heaving a heavy sigh, and exiting Katrina’s room.

Maybe in the next life.