Preference #115: Friend Zone. - Part 2.

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by AmandaKovacic

by AmandaKovacic

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border: 1px solid #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Josh: The rain beat steadily on the ground as you looked out the window. A puddle was already beginning to form in the driveway and you sighed, closing the blind with a quick snap. Moving over towards the couch you plopped yourself down with a huff, closing your eyes as you started to think about yesterday. It had been twenty four hours, and you couldn't get it out of your mind. You should have kissed him, it was the perfect opportunity, but you were afraid, afraid of making the first move. It was always you who was the brave one, Josh was always a little more reserved but for some reason he made you careful, the thought of losing him was too much to handle. A loud rapping on the door awoke you from your thoughts. Rushing forward you opened the door quickly to see Josh, rain dripping off his clothes. "Hi." He said, a little unsure. You moved to the side, gesturing him to enter the home. "What's up?" You asked. He smiled weakly, kicking off his shoes. "I just, you know wanted to see how you were doing." He said. You rolled your eyes, "Sure, that's likely." Josh sighed, "Ok, well I came all the way over here to tell you that I should have kissed you yesterday. I thought that as soon as I opened the door I would pull you into a kiss, just like in a movie, but then I thought that was a stupid idea and-" You cut him off, slamming your lips to his. When you pulled away Josh's face was beet red. "So, are we?" He asked. You laughed, "After that? Yeah we are more than just friends."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">George: "You what?" You practically shouted, dropping your fork to your plate with an audible clink. "Y/N, don't be like that." George reasoned. "Be like what? She cheated on you and then she left you, she is a borderline psychopath!" You cried, realizing you were being a tad dramatic. George shook his head, "You don't understand. Her and I, I feel like we are really meant for each other you know?" All at once you felt your heart snap in two. Your whole chest got tight, do not cry, do not cry, you repeated, trying to keep your emotions in check. You grabbed your fork, stabbing into a piece of chicken quite violently before stuffing it in your mouth. George gave you an incredulous look as he resumed his meal. You swallowed the piece of food, realizing you couldn't do this anymore. "George, you're right." You said, "I don't understand, I don't understand why you think she's the best you'll ever do, but more importantly, I don't understand how you cannot see how absolutely in love with you I am." It was George's turn to drop his fork. He looked at you his eyes wide, "You, love me?" George asked. You blushed deeply, looking down at your lap. "It's ok, just forget it." You mumbled, "I want to know why." George said, quickly. You sighed, "That's exactly why, you never think anyone will ever accept you, and love you, you don't realize how talented, and thoughtful, and loving, and insanely hot you are." You blabbered on, "and you are honestly the most perfect person I could ever hope to know." You looked over at George whose eyes were now brimming with tears, "I never thought that you cared that much, I never thought you could care about me half as much as I care about you, I never thought I'd get this chance because you're a million times better than I am-" George put his hand up as you tried to protest. "I love you Y/N."</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">Jaymi: "So what brings you here today?" Oh god, oh god, Gary gave you a reassuring smile and you cleared your throat. "I really just want to sing, my best friend inspires me so much and gave me the courage to come out here today," Gary nodded approvingly, "Sounds good, best of luck to you." You exhaled slowly, nodding over to the side of the stage so they could cue the track. You closed your eyes as the background music sounded through the speakers. As soon as you started singing you could barely concentrate. You were thinking, thinking about Jaymi, how much you loved him, how absolutely frustrated you were that you never had the courage to tell him how you felt. You were knocked out of your daydream by the loud applause of the crowd. All at once you noticed your surroundings the judges were on their feet. You brought your hand up to your face, shocked, finding wetness there, had you really been crying? The crowd quieted down as Tulisa started to speak, "Sweetheart, that was truly fantastic. It's not often you get to hear someone perform with such emotion." You bit your lip, blushing from her praise. You were too shocked as the compliments continued, ending with four yes'. "Now," Gary said, just as you went to leave the stage, "I think you need to tell whoever you were thinking about during that performance exactly how you feel." You nodded, hurrying off backstage. Jaymi was there waiting and he was smiling so wide as he clasped you into a tight hug. "It was for you," You whispered into his ear, "it's always been you." And with that he gave you a sweet kiss.</li>

<li class="chat_line" style="outline: none 0px; margin: 0px; border-right-width: 1px; border-right-style: solid; border-right-color: #e2e4e7; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: #e2e4e7; border-left-width: 1px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-color: #e2e4e7; list-style-type: none; padding: 9px 14px; background-color: #fdfdfd; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"><strong style="outline: none 0px; margin-right: 4px; display: inline-block; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;">JJ: You groaned in disgust, surveying the newspapers in front of you. "Don't we have any real news anymore? I really could care less about these honeymoon pictures." You grumbled. Your best friend, who was currently flipping through The Sun, rose her eyebrows. "Geez, someone's in a bad mood this evening." You rolled your eyes, "You really have no idea." She smiled, putting the magazine back on the rack, ignoring the vendor's sales pitch. "I know a way we can get your mood up." Bars, you really hated them, especially when you were depressed. You enjoyed drinking, sometimes too much, which is how you found yourself kneeled over in an alleyway, vomiting your guts out. You were crying, that you knew, you were the definition of a mess right about now. Grabbing your phone you saw JJ's number appear on the recently dialed. Groaning you pressed send, he wouldn't get it anyway, you were sure there was no service in Aruba, or wherever the hell he went. "I hate you," You said into the phone, "you left me here all alone and I hate seeing you with her, and for that matter I hate her." You slurred. "She is an evil bitch who didn't want us to be friends, I had to convince her I was a secret lesbian and I never told you any of this because you were so damn infatuated with her." You gulped, tears welling in your eyes, "And guess what? I freaking love you, always have but never have had the balls to tell you and now here I am confessing this to a phone and there is no one on the other end." You paused, "God I'm crazy." "Yeah you are." You screamed, almost dropping your phone. "JJ?" You asked, suddenly feeling quite sober. "Yeah?" He replied. "You heard that?" "Well you did call my phone." He reasoned. "Oh my god I am so sorry, I am so drunk and I-" "Save it." JJ said, "it's ok. But I don't know how we will be able to work this out. I'm really sorry Y/N, I really am."</li>

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