The main character in this story who's name is Chelsea has been best friend with Timothèe since they were seven years old. She finally decides to confess her feelings even though she knows he doesn't feel the same way about her.
" Morning Chelsea" He says opening his door like he was expecting me even though I didn't call to say I'd be stopping by.
My heart is racing out of my chest. For weeks and weeks I've tried to work up the courage to just tell him hey I like you. But it was never the right time. Today I woke up and realized I've had enough he either knows today or I never tel, him at all. Who could have predicted how nervous I would be.
He's looking at me with a concerned expression. It's been almost a minute and I haven't responded to whatever it was he said to me.
" Can I come in?" I ask tapping my foot rapidly to keep me sane.
" yeah of course. Want me to make breakfast or something if your planning on staying?" He asks kindly. His hair is falling right in front of his eyes and brushes it away slightly.
" Uhm no no I just have something I want to talk to you about." I breath.
" Okay" he says leaning against his kitchen island that's across from me
" Phew is it hot in here?" I'm dying if sweat and stress
" uhm doesn't feel warm to me" he says patiently waiting for me to begin. But I don't know how too.
" So do you remember when we first became friends in kindergarten?" He nods and I continue "And remember how we stopped talking for a year in grade seven?" He nods again. Now I can barely get words out. " Do you remember why?"
" Yeah. I started dating Samantha and you got pissed off that I wasn't seeing you as much" he pauses for a minute remembering the memory. " is that what this is about? Am I making you feel left out or something?" He question and tell him no.
" No no this is more serious. I- I think I may" he looks extremely confused now. " not I think I know, I like you." I saying squeezing my eyes shut so I don't have to see his reaction.
" Well obviously. You came all the way over here just to tell me that you like me? Chelsea we've been best friends for years of course you do" now it's my turn to be confused. How could he possibly miss understand that.
" No Timothèe I like you" I clarify. It watch this time as it slowly clicks with what I said to him. His eyes widen and fear frames his face.
" oh shit" he says still in shock
" And I know you don't feel the same way. So don't feel pressured to say anything. I just wanted to let you know." I finish. He seems to finally relax.
" Wait wait wait back up. Why do you think I don't feel the same?" He ask staring at me
" Well because I just know you don't" I sigh. He doesn't need to try and fake to me that he likes me.
" Well clearly you don't know me very well" he says. I know him better than anyone. He dies t like me like that.
" Stop it. You don't have to feel the same way. I was just putting myself out there" I say lifting my hands in defence.
" Chelsea im telling you I like you back" he try's again. It almost comical how much he's trying to force this.
" Timmy..." my voice trails off beacuse I don't know what else to say. He shouldn't feel the need to lie to me about this.
Before I have even a second to think his lips have found their way to mine. He's gripping both sides of my face to tightly and he's kissing me so hard and with such passion I realize he was telling the truth. He dies like me. He relaxes me from the kiss but doesn't let go of my face. He's still just staring into my eyes.
" Chelsea Victoria Hensley, I love you. Always have." He says laughing as he says it beacuse he knows I didn't Bellevue him earlier. " okay?"
"Okay" I whisper back.
