Every girl has that particular guy who knows all of her secrets. Yes. And I miss mine.
Andrew Leonard was that person. He was sweet and funny and nice. And that made me trust him. I practically tell him everything from boy troubles down to school work. And he never complains.
He was my best friend. He was always there for him and I started feeling something I shouldn't. But I caught myself, "No you can't possibly be crushing on Andrew."
No. I tell myself to shut it because who was I to like him? He was tall with unkempt brown hair. He had long lashes and he had this chocolate brown eyes. He was smart and he was kind. He can make you laugh in the most unusual circumstances and lastly, he would never desert you. He was sort of perfect, you see.
And after constant encounters with him, I gave up, finally admitting I fell in love.
"Hey, Jess!" he called," come over here!"
I made my way to him, sitting beside him with all his cousins I didn't really know that much.
We just talked about normal things. Like how the play-offs were coming up. About the celebrities going to rehab. Practically normal stuff. Nothing pretty unusual.
I excused myself and started to read the book I brought in the nearby swings. Naturally.
"So what's up," Andrew followed me sitting on the grass in front of me.
"Nothing much. I just couldn't get along with them. I'm much more of the enduring the silent type," I explained
"Right. Since when have you actually endured silence? Can I tell you something?"
"Sure thing. You can tell me anything," I said. Putting my book away and sitting next to him.
"I have a crush on this girl. Maybe it's even something more than that. Problem is, she doesn't like me. Or I think she doesn't. Either way, I want her to know how I feel."
Silence followed.
I was contemplating. Who this girl was. How I should respond. I quickly collected myself and said, "You're an idiot How could she not like you? You're simply amazing, Drew. I'm certain she likes you too. Now, who's this girl?"
He was blushing. He put his arm around me and messed with my hair. I eased my way out if his grip and tickled him.
We were comfortable with each other this way. It never even bothered us that people always commented we act like we're together.
We ended up laughing like idiots, lying side by side on the ground.
"You messed with my hair. I'm gonna kill you." I pouted and made a run for it.
But him, being three years older and practically taller and stronger, he grabbed me by the waist and straddled me to the ground, pinning my arms above my head.
"No you're not," laughing in spite of himself. He got up and helped me up.
"I'd rather not. It's not worth it anyway."
"Hints?"
He sighed. "You're lucky I can't resist you."
I smiled victoriously.
"She's younger-"
"You, pedophile!" I joked.
"Ouch, I'm bummed. She's pretty and she's smart. And she's-" He started but then, I had to cut him off mid-sentence.
"Oh God, Drew! I need to go. I forgot I was going to help out the party tonight."
I got up, getting all my things and fumbling for my keys.
He got them for me and we both made our way to the garage.
"Bye, Drew. I'll see you soon."
"Jess, wait." he said before I got inside my car.
I turned towards him and found him gazing at me with those brown eyes.
I immediately got lost in them.
He tilted my chin up and his lips grazed mine sweetly.
I was shocked. Sure he'd kiss my cheeks, my nose, my forehead but he never kissed lips.
I jumped back in surprise and flushed.
Without another word, he guided me inside the car and strapped me in.
I drove away, dumbfounded. Not knowing how to react. Nobody ever kissed me before. Nobody.
I calmed myself and drove home peacefully trying not to think about him and the ethereal feeling of his lips on mine.
When I got home, I picked up my phone and read the messages I received. And one message particularly struck me most:
And it was from my best friend, Andrew.
Hope ignited within me. I loved him all this time and it never crossed my mind that he would love me back. Sure I was hoping he'd someday feel something for me but I never expected.
I called him right away. He answered after the second ring.
"Jessica?"
"Do you love me because you need me or do you need me because you love me?"
"I love you because I need you."
"Just what I thought," something inside of me shattered; then I realized: it was my heart.
"No, no! Jess, I need you because I love you. Not the other way around! It came out absently. Please. I'm so sorry," he pleaded.
"And the things you absently say are the ones you really mean," I pointed out.
I hung up the phone and cried. I shouldn't have hoped. I should have known better. Perfect guys would never fall for foolish ones like me. I was lost in my innocent delusions, thinking he would love me. He was for gorgeous girls. The one he could really go out on dates with. Not with someone who probably looked like his sister. Not someone like me.
Andrew Leonard was that person. He was sweet and funny and nice. And that made me trust him. I practically tell him everything from boy troubles down to school work. And he never complains.
He was my best friend. He was always there for him and I started feeling something I shouldn't. But I caught myself, "No you can't possibly be crushing on Andrew."
No. I tell myself to shut it because who was I to like him? He was tall with unkempt brown hair. He had long lashes and he had this chocolate brown eyes. He was smart and he was kind. He can make you laugh in the most unusual circumstances and lastly, he would never desert you. He was sort of perfect, you see.
And after constant encounters with him, I gave up, finally admitting I fell in love.
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"Hey, Jess!" he called," come over here!"
I made my way to him, sitting beside him with all his cousins I didn't really know that much.
We just talked about normal things. Like how the play-offs were coming up. About the celebrities going to rehab. Practically normal stuff. Nothing pretty unusual.
I excused myself and started to read the book I brought in the nearby swings. Naturally.
"So what's up," Andrew followed me sitting on the grass in front of me.
"Nothing much. I just couldn't get along with them. I'm much more of the enduring the silent type," I explained
"Right. Since when have you actually endured silence? Can I tell you something?"
"Sure thing. You can tell me anything," I said. Putting my book away and sitting next to him.
"I have a crush on this girl. Maybe it's even something more than that. Problem is, she doesn't like me. Or I think she doesn't. Either way, I want her to know how I feel."
Silence followed.
I was contemplating. Who this girl was. How I should respond. I quickly collected myself and said, "You're an idiot How could she not like you? You're simply amazing, Drew. I'm certain she likes you too. Now, who's this girl?"
He was blushing. He put his arm around me and messed with my hair. I eased my way out if his grip and tickled him.
We were comfortable with each other this way. It never even bothered us that people always commented we act like we're together.
We ended up laughing like idiots, lying side by side on the ground.
"You messed with my hair. I'm gonna kill you." I pouted and made a run for it.
But him, being three years older and practically taller and stronger, he grabbed me by the waist and straddled me to the ground, pinning my arms above my head.
"No you're not," laughing in spite of himself. He got up and helped me up.
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"So, now tell me. Who's the girl?" I asked. I was lying down on his lap as he was stroking my hair."I'd rather not. It's not worth it anyway."
"Hints?"
He sighed. "You're lucky I can't resist you."
I smiled victoriously.
"She's younger-"
"You, pedophile!" I joked.
"Ouch, I'm bummed. She's pretty and she's smart. And she's-" He started but then, I had to cut him off mid-sentence.
"Oh God, Drew! I need to go. I forgot I was going to help out the party tonight."
I got up, getting all my things and fumbling for my keys.
He got them for me and we both made our way to the garage.
"Bye, Drew. I'll see you soon."
"Jess, wait." he said before I got inside my car.
I turned towards him and found him gazing at me with those brown eyes.
I immediately got lost in them.
He tilted my chin up and his lips grazed mine sweetly.
I was shocked. Sure he'd kiss my cheeks, my nose, my forehead but he never kissed lips.
I jumped back in surprise and flushed.
Without another word, he guided me inside the car and strapped me in.
I drove away, dumbfounded. Not knowing how to react. Nobody ever kissed me before. Nobody.
I calmed myself and drove home peacefully trying not to think about him and the ethereal feeling of his lips on mine.
When I got home, I picked up my phone and read the messages I received. And one message particularly struck me most:
I love you. And I need you.
And it was from my best friend, Andrew.
Hope ignited within me. I loved him all this time and it never crossed my mind that he would love me back. Sure I was hoping he'd someday feel something for me but I never expected.
I called him right away. He answered after the second ring.
"Jessica?"
"Do you love me because you need me or do you need me because you love me?"
"I love you because I need you."
"Just what I thought," something inside of me shattered; then I realized: it was my heart.
"No, no! Jess, I need you because I love you. Not the other way around! It came out absently. Please. I'm so sorry," he pleaded.
"And the things you absently say are the ones you really mean," I pointed out.
I hung up the phone and cried. I shouldn't have hoped. I should have known better. Perfect guys would never fall for foolish ones like me. I was lost in my innocent delusions, thinking he would love me. He was for gorgeous girls. The one he could really go out on dates with. Not with someone who probably looked like his sister. Not someone like me.
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