He's my best friend not my boyfriend!

Chapter 39!

"You did not get me all dressed up for the beach!" I said. We had been driving for about thirty minutes and all you could see was beach after beach. I couldn't help but think about how much Sam would kill me if I messed up this dress.

Jay turned to me and grinned. He reached out for my hand and took it. We pulled over and he got me out of the car. "No. I didn't bring you here for the beach, per say," he said. Oh god. I feel my American voice coming.

"Then why are were here! I ain't gettin' my pretty dress wet. Sam would kill me with her bare hands." I only use my American voice when I'm angry or excited. Jay just chuckled. He went to the trunk of his car and pulled out some clothes for me to wear. It was green short-shorts, a white shirt with 'Ireland' written on it, green converse, green watch, and green sunglasses.

"Sam picked the outfit. She said that you loved it. How come I have never seen you wear it before?" Jay asked. I blushed and took the clothes.

"I'll be right back. No peaking," I opened up the door to the car. I climbed in and changed into my clothes.

Jay's pov!

Okay you probably know where this is headed. Yes I did peak. I mean we have seen each other naked before! Any man would have done that.

"That's better," she said while coming out of the car door. I tried to act normal but I believe the guilt was on my face. She smiled and tried hiding herself.

"You look beautiful. Don't hide it," I tried to encourage. She stepped closer to were our chest were brushing. I smiled don at her. "I love you."

"I love you too, Jay." She and I then kissed. It was passionate. We pulled away and I grabbed her hand. "So why did you make me dress up?"

"Becuase I wanted to see how far you would go to impress me. You went farther than I thought you would. You wore that beautiful dress, nice lace by the way. You even wore make up and you hate make up. You did all of that for me," I explain. Her face got red. She turned away. I took my finger and placed it under her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Of course I dressed up. I would do anything for you."

We were nw walking down the beach hand in hand. "Thanks, Emmzi! Now why haven't I seen yoou in this outfit before tonight?" I ask., wiggling my eyebrows. She lzughed then looked ahead. Crap. She saw where I was leading her to.

"Oh. My. God. What is that?" She exclaimed, pointing at my plans for the evening.

"I um. I wanted to go on a date with you. So here it is," I say.

"It's freaking beautiful!" She was back to her American voice again. Man, I love that voice. "Thanks," she said.

"Did I say that outloud?" I ask. Wow. I'm offically embarrased. She nodded. Dang.

"Come on!" She said, breaking the awkward silence. She and I raced to the table that I set up that afternoon. I pulled her chair out for her and she sat down. I then made my way to the other side.

"Will you answer my question?" I ask. She sighed but nodded.

"I just am not comfortable with my body. I feel fat and like I'm the uglliest thing. When I wear short shorts I feel like my legs are too big and fat. If I wear converse I feel as if I have clown feet. I love this outfit, but it doesn't go good with my figure," she explains and shrugs.

"Well. I think the exact opposite about you. You're perfect just the way you are. Your smile. Your laugh. Your skin. Your figure. Your hair and face. Everything is perfect about you and I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Okay Mr. Romantic. Can we eat? I'm starving. See I even sound obese!" She exclaimed. I can't take this anymore! I got up out of my chair and pulled her to a near by cave. I was going to save this spot for us watching the stars but she was getting on my nerves with her saying she is fat. I pushed her to the ground and sat on her stomach lightly. I pulled my shirt over my head. Her face flushed. I grinned. She slipped her shoes off.

"No," I say. She looked confused but stopped. I slipped my pants off and her shirt off. I was only in my boxers. I pulled her short-shorts down. The only thing seperating us was our under clothes. I started to kiss her and she kissed back. We were up against the wall of the cave.

Gradually we stopped. When we did we were both out of breath, lying on the ground. We still had our under clothes on. "Why did you do that, Jay?" She asks.

"I got tired of you saying you are ugly. You're perfect. I had to show you," I explained. She nodded.

"Well. That was amazing, but it's getting late," she said. I shugged.

"We can stay here. I brought blankets, pillows, and a few changes of clothes. You know, if you want to put any clothes on that is," I say rubbing the back of my head. She smiled.

"I'm good. Now get the blankets and stuff. I'm tired," she said. I chuckled and slipped my pants on. I ran to the car and got everything. I ran back to Emmzi quickly. We set up our make-shift bed and layed down. "I love you."

I had just tooken my pants back off and was crawling in next to her. She snuggled into my chest. "I love you too, Love." But she was already asleep. Soon sleep took me over too.

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