I lay in my bed with a bowl of popcorn, listening to Supernatural and lost in my own depression about the hazel eyed boy who is my best friend. When my phone rings, I lazily check the number on the screen. Although I don't recognize the number calling me, I decide to answer the call anyway. I'm completely bored and I'm sick of being in my own head about a love I lost that was never mine to begin with.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Melissa, this Aaron from French Two. I hope you don't mind, but I was wondering if you took notes? I had to leave class twenty minutes earlier today and . . ."

I put a face with a name as I set my popcorn bowl to the side to grab my book bag and dig for my notes. Aaron is pretty easy on the eyes. He has a low cut fade, deep brown bedroom eyes, and full luscious lips. With the exception of a few pimples on his dark brown skin, he is still nice to look at. It doesn't hurt that he's on the varsity football team, and built quite nice. He has little more muscle on his body than Jason, but his 5'11 frame carries it nicely.

"I hope it's no bother. Kerri gave me your number." His deep voice is so soothing, but it doesn't keep me from getting irritated by his words.

Why the hell didn't she tell me that? "Oh, it's not a problem, Aaron. I'm looking for them now. Kerri didn't tell me she gave my number to someone." I try to say as lightly as I could muster, wanting to hide the fact that I will most definitely curse my friend out for this one. I don't particularly like anyone having my number without my permission. "I found them. I took a lot of notes, so we might be on the phone for a while." I laugh, nervously. "I mean, maybe you want me to type it out and email you?"

I grab my laptop preparing to type it up and email him.

He chuckles a little, causing me to raise an eyebrow in question. "That's sweet, but I think I should maybe be a little honest."

I power the laptop on. "About what?"

"I called to talk to you." He clears his throat a little. "I don't know, see how you doing and if you ate ... how your night going? Just to talk, you know?"

I slam my laptop shut with my mouth wide opened. Oh, shit! I'm definitely giving Kerri a piece of my mind. He called to talk to me? Why the hell would she waste her time giving him my number, knowing I'm a taken woman? Well, that is still a work in progress ... Still, why?

"Still there?"

"Um . . ." I sit in the center of my bed at a loss for words. I need a polite way to get rid of Aaron from French Two. "Yes."

"I'm sorry. Are you busy?"

"No." I confess. "I'm just caught off guard a little."

"Oh."

It's silence on both our lines.

Finally, he decides to break the silence. "So, I been crushing on you since midsummer. I've never said anything, because I thought you and Jason had something going on. I recently found out that you and him are just friends. I know this is short notice, but maybe we can go out?"

My mouth drops opened, and I quickly close it, shaking my head. I am going to kill that damn girl. Why would she let him ask me out? Why wouldn't she at the very least warn me that I was going to get asked out? "Kerri really should have told me that she gave my number to you." Is the only thing I find myself saying to him. What else could I possibly say?

"I didn't mean to get her in trouble. I just kinda like you."

I giggle nervously, still trying to find something useful to say. Aaron asked me out.

"You're smiling. That's good."

"Aaron, I'm not sure if I'm trying to date. I'm focused on school and things." My voice drifts off a little, trying to come up with some more reasons why I have to reject him. And things being Jason. I always give this line when asked out on a date.

"Maybe that should change." He doesn't miss a beat.

Maybe. I sigh thinking about Jason and Leslie. Thinking about how I felt seeing them together. And even though I sit alone in my bedroom watching a show that we planned to watch together, I don't want to give up on him. I love him. "I can't. Sorry." Disappointment sort of fills me up, because I know that I'm only hurting myself by holding on.

"Okay, I understand." The hurt in his voice is evident as he quickly dismisses it. "Well, have a good night, Melissa. See you at school."

"Bye." I barely whisper, before ending the call with him. No more than a few seconds after the call ends, I find Kerri's number in my contact and call her.

She picks up her phone, laughing. "This boy is silly, Mel. Me and my baby watching Cheaters. What are you up to?"

Oh, her and Terrance are back at the honeymoon stage. Not surprising in the least bit. I wonder exactly when did that take place, because last I heard, she was sick of his shit.

I jump right into it. "I just got a call from Aaron, Kerri. Aaron on the football team." I'm sure I don't have to tell her which Aaron, but I do just in case she wants to play the slow role.

"Oh, okay. I'm sort of busy right now, Mel. We'll talk later, baby." She tries to rush me off the phone.

"No." I say in a firm tone. "He asked me out, Kerri! Like, a date. He asked me what I ate. You know that I'm focused on school." ... and Jason. I think the last part to myself.

"School? Come on, Mel." she whines, "You're focused on Jason and Jason is focused on Leslie, so why not go on a date? Tell him what you ate? Talk on the phone? I mean, he isn't ugly by far. When he approached me at the mall, he said he wanted to get to know you a little better. He mentioned he liked you, but thought you and Jason were together. He wanted to know the deal between you and Jas. I told him that you and Jason are just friends and always have been just friends. I only had the purest and best intentions in giving him your number. Good intentions, baby."

Everything about Jason and I is so true, but why did she have to say it like that? Just friends and always have been? Damn. Words do hurt.

"So are you guys going out?" She asks.

"No, good intentions or not, I don't want to really care to date. I'm focused on school ..." I pause, sick of me repeating the damn lie over and over again. "I need time." I admit.

I hear a sad sigh and roll my eyes.

"Just trying to help. You know, if you are to start dating, that Aaron is not a bad start."

I laugh at her silliness. "I know."

"Bye, baby. The confrontation is coming up in a second."

"Bye, and Kerri, don't do that again."

"Alright."

I end the call with my trouble starting friend.

Jason is out with Leslie, and I'm at home finding reasons why not to take date offers. Lame reasons. It was cute back in Sophomore year, but now that I'm a Senior, I really do want someone to hang with me and take me out on dates. Someone to match with and go to school functions with. I no longer have the desire to watch Jason with a girlfriend, while I'm on standby.

I lay down in my bed and pull the covers over my face, letting out a huge sigh and dumping my bowl of popcorn all over the place. I hate love.

*****

It is close to ten at night, and I am still laying in bed watching episodes of Supernatural with popcorn all over the bed. I didn't bother cleaning my mess up and decided to lay there in the center of my bed, pretending to be so engrossed in Sam and Dean.

My phone rings and I look at the screen, praying it's not Aaron trying again. When I see Jason's name, I sit up quickly to answer the call.

"Hi, boo." I greet him.

"Hey, I'm on my way to you as quick as possible. Traffic is sort of bad right now."

I look at the phone in confusion. "What?"

"Boo, I got popcorn, a two liter of your favorite, some gummies, and what? . . . Hershey, baby!" The excitement in his voice is enough to make me break into an unwanted smile. "The marathon is until midnight, so I figured I can come over and watch a couple shows with you."

I so badly want to stay upset with him. My eyes fill up with tears at his consideration. "Jason, you had a date with your girl. Her parents are out of town." I remind him.

He laughs at me. "You heard that, huh? Yeah, her parents are out of town. I took her to dinner and we talked. Everything is good between us, but I wasn't in the mood to spend the night or go back to her house. I took her out to dinner and we hung out for a minute, but then I took her home."

Did this dude just tell me he wasn't in the mood to have sex with his girl? He'd rather come to me? I quickly get out of bed, wanting to clean the mess I made in bed in the midst of my sadness.

"What did she say about you coming over?"

"Oh, I'm not that stupid, Mel. I told her that I had to study." He laughs, and I shake my head. This boy drives me crazy. "Babe, I'm parking the car right now. See you in a few."

I end the call, rushing to my dresser to look at myself in the mirror. Dry tear stains grace my cheeks. I groan a little, jogging to the bathroom down the hall to wash my face. After washing my face, I put some lipgloss on. I fidget with my hair for a few seconds, before ultimately deciding to leave it in a messy bun. I study my reflection in the mirror, pulling a few strands of hair behind my ear. I don't feel like I look my best, but it is late at night and I didn't expect to see him.

"Okay." I let out a deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding, until that very moment.

It's like life is in slow motion as I walk to my front door to greet him. Jason is walking up my stairs with his bag of goodies. He greets me with a big smile on his face, making my heart skip a beat. He lets me walk in front of him, leading us to my bedroom. When we get to my room, he sits on the edge of my bed.

"Jason, you really didn't have to come over." I sit next to him, with a couple inches between us.

"Yes, I did."

I look at him with so much admiration in my eyes.

"Let's do these two episodes, Melly baby." He moves all the way into my bed and leans back with his back on the headboard. I turn the television up some and lay my head on his chest, feeling so at peace.

He plays with the hair that's left out the bun. "Hey, Mel?"

I stare at the television. "Yes, boo?"

"I'm sorry about today. Look at me for a second." I lift my head up to meet his eyes and almost melt in his arms. "If I have to choose, it will always be you, Mel."

With that, I do melt in his arms. We gaze in each other eyes for a second. He moves a strain of hair from my cheek, while licking his lips a little. Afraid to blink, afraid to miss a thing, I maintain eye contact with him. Jason breaks our intense moment by looking up at the television. I shift around to go back at looking at the television.

Silence surrounds us as I try to ignore the energy in the room. Feeling his fingers playing with my ear and in my hair, causes me to smile a little.

This will have to be our last movie together. I'm narrowing the things that we are going to do together. My feelings are just growing stronger by the day. When he does shit like he's doing at this moment, he is making it harder to just stay friends.

*****

I open my eyelids slowly, taking in my surroundings in my dark room. The television is off and I have my blanket over my body. As my eyes adjust to the limited light in the room, I take in that Jason is laying next to me, snoring quietly. My eyes widen at seeing him in bed with me. I quickly sit up in the bed and grab his wrist to see the time on his watch. Two thirty nine. What? I grab my phone, wondering when the hell did I fell asleep. According to my phone, his watch is correct.

I shake him, being a little aggressive. "Boo, it's late. Get up! We fell asleep." I stretch out a little.

"What time is it?" He is still half asleep.

"After two."

"Shit . . ." He still doesn't move. "Two?"

"Yes. Boo, your parents cool and everything, but ---"

He finally opens his eyes, looking at me as I freak out. "I texted my dad after you fell asleep on me at eleven. I told him that I'm by your house, and he texted saying it's fine. Go to sleep."

I look at him. "I didn't know that you were spending the night."

"I didn't know either, but I hope it's okay."

I'm not sure what to say. I just look at his face studying his lips. I want to kiss him and tell him it is more than okay, but I can't bring myself to do it.

I nervously smile at him as I stand up to grab an extra blanket out of my closet. "Baby, if your parents are okay, then I'm okay."

He takes off his t-shirt revealing his white tank. I swallow hard as I drop the blanket on the bed. I can't believe he is spending the night. The last time him and I had a sleepover we were in the eighth grade. After that, our parents thought maybe we were too grown. I am beginning to see why they felt that way.

He makes himself comfortable laying on one of the pillows. I lay next to him not facing him.

Within seconds of facing opposite of him, I feel his arms creeping around my waist. My eyes shoot open, and I just lay still trying to regulate my heart beat. I might have been imagining the way he's been looking at me lately. Maybe even thought he had too much fun wanting to know what type of undies I wore, but I am I definitely not imagining how close we are at this moment. I feel his hand creeping around my stomach, and I start laughing grabbing his fingers.

"I knew you were still up." I move his hands pretending to try to get comfortable. "Melly, baby, why did you turn from me so quickly?"

"I don't know. I guess I'm not used to sharing my bed with people."

"I'm not people. I'm Jason. You don't have to feel uncomfortable. You just fell asleep on me no more than a few hours ago. This is the same thing."

Is it? No. This is different. I fell asleep on him by accident. Usually, when I fall asleep on him, he usually leaves a note and leave. He never texted his parents telling them he's going to stay the night! What the hell is going on with our friendship? When I don't reply, Jason puts his arms back around me. He pulls me closer to his body. I don't want to move. It is way too much skin on skin contact, and he has me losing my mind.

"Night, Mel."

"Night, Jay."

I close my eyes as I feel his lips softly kiss the back of my neck. I instantly freeze, wondering if that was intentionally, or an accident. I am waiting for him to say something, or make further movements. When I don't hear or feel anything else, I calm my current mental state down. Damn, Mel. It was an accident. Calm the hell down. Why would Jason plant kisses on your neck? And it wasn't kisses. It was a kiss.

*****

When the sun finally comes up, I am exhausted. My brain wouldn't rest with Jason laying in my bed and me in his arms. So when I see the first ray of sunshine through my blinds, I push his arms off me and decide to take a shower and get ready for school. After taking a long shower, I walk back into my room with a towel covering my body. I sneak a look at Jason to make sure that he is still asleep. I grab my lotion, body spray, deodorant, and my clothes deciding to get dress in the bathroom. I hear some movement coming from my bed and turn around to look at him. Jason is sitting up in the bed and stretching, turning my worst nightmare into reality. Before I can react, Jason notices me for the first time and his mouth hangs open a little.

"I . . . I was trying to get ready for school, before you got up. I'm just grabbing some things and . . ." I point out my room door feeling his eyes lingering over my body. I follow his gaze starting from my pink painted toe nails all the way up to my eyes.. "I'm just going to get dress in the restroom." I wait a second for him to say anything, but he doesn't. I turn back around, grabbing everything off the dresser. I look over my shoulders at him, still watching me. He looks right in my eyes.

"Damn." His whispers to himself.

I tighten the towel around my body, not having the energy to dissect his reaction. I hurry to the bathroom and let out a deep breath from the embarrassment of Jason waking up and seeing me in a towel.

I close the bathroom door and think about what just happened. At this point I just want to get dress in a hurry just wanting to forget the whole incident.

After I get dressed, I walk back into my room. Jason is just sitting on the edge of my bed. I look at him, feeling awkward. He smirks, breaking the tension in the room.

"You weren't supposed to wake up, Jay."

"I know."

He grabs his shoes and starts putting them on. He ties his laces and reach for his shirt that is on the floor. I just lean on the dresser watching him. I don't think he understands how sexy he is without trying. He stands up and puts shirt on, saying absolutely nothing at all.

He walks up to me and suddenly my palms get sweaty. "So, besides catching that show this morning, I think I should go. I have to get home and get ready."

I nod.

He licks his lips, and we just share eye contact for a few moments as he heads to my bedroom door. I let out a sigh of relief, glad that this part of my morning is over. Jason looks over his shoulders at me, causing me to go back to holding my breath. In slow motion, he checks me out from my bare feet and back to my eyes. So much like what he did earlier, but with more lust.  He smiles and gives me a wink, before walking out my bedroom door. I honestly don't know how I am going to make it through senior year with incidents constantly happening between us.

*****

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