Best friends or more? (Jack Gilinsky fanfic)

Chapter 23 - The Arrival

I gazed over at her beautiful brown hair, it fades into a blonde that reaches down to her waist, covering her face. Little snores came out of her mouth as she was curled up in a ball.

At the bakery I was trying to tell her I love her, which I did a few minutes ago, but I don't think she took it the way I meant for it to go. Of course she wouldn't, she's my best friend and she doesn't know how much I am in love with her.

Her skin, her touch, everything. The way she looks when she's confused, or how she is always giving sarcastic answers, everything. There is a whole list of things that have made me fall for her and I just wish she was mine. I'm glad to finally say my feelings are done competing because now it can't change, my feelings for her are forever and now permanent.

I couldn't help but watch her sleeping, wishing I could wake up to that everyday. Our flight is going to last ten hours so we should arrive at six or seven. She had her pink earbuds that I got her for her birthday last year in, listening to her favorite playlist on her phone.

I slowly lifted up the armrest blocking us and carefully pulled her into my arms, positioning her so she was comfortably laying in my arms.

She's so beautiful.

I want her in my arms until the day I die if possible.

I still think back to all of those terrible memories that has happened to her in her past that I wish I could have stopped. Like that bitch that tried to rape her twice, or how I was being a dick to her at the party. I didn't want to do that or drink and smoke, I promised her and myself I'd quit with the hard stuff, so now I have an e-cic. Jasmine claimed that if she caught me doing either of them she would tie me down and throw me off a bridge. Anger issues.

After a few long moments of staring at her, I fell into a deep sleep for a few more hours.

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I woke up to someone poking me on my shoulder.

"What?" I groaned, facing to my right.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Shawn asked timidly. From the looks of it everyone was sleeping except for Cam, Matthew, Johnson, and Nash who were either making vines or editing videos.

"Nah, it's fine. What is it?" I rasped out and adjusted in my seat so I was sitting up, noticing that there wasn't a human laying on me.

"It's about, Jasmine." He replied, fidgeting with his fingers. He looked scared of me, like I was going to hurt him or something; like everyone else looks at me.

"What about her?" I looked over to make sure she was sleeping then faced him again.

"Well, ever since we got here and the first time I saw her I knew I liked her. I didn't want to like her because of Hannah, but I decided to finally get over her. I've liked Jasmine ever since and I knew you guys had something going on and I didn't want to mess with that so I stayed away, but I thought it wouldn't be right if I didn't atleast tell you." He explained, looking anywhere but my eyes.

Although I appreciate him for telling me I am kind of mad. I mean, I can't let anyone like her because they will get her hurt, which is why I'm so overprotective of her. I know it's not right but I feel the constant need to protect her from those vial and sick assholes in the world.

Todays world has changed so much, with so many indecent people that do terrible things to others just because their mind is messed up. It's all self-pity that's thrown out on other people and it's terrible really.

Now Shawn, Shawn is one of the rare ones. The ones who aren't blind to it but choose to ignore it when possible. He's nice, caring, and soft-hearted, what anyone would want, what she needs.