all too well , jeremiah fisher

chapter sixteen

amelia spent the entire night thinking about that kiss and jeremiah's confession. after so many years of her wanting him to feel that way about her, he finally did. so why does it feel weird?

amelia's always been one to overthink, even the most simplest situations. he flat out admitted his feelings towards her and yet she still had trouble wrapping her head around it.

she still hadn't admitting to liking him, but he knew that she did even without her saying it.

even thinking about last night gave her the chills.

"he did say he liked to kiss. maybe- no. he said he liked me, why am i over complicating this?" she sighed. "and i'm talking to myself. great."

"this boy is seriously going to make me go crazy." she said to herself, running a hand through her hair.

"what boy?" jeremiah asked, leaning on amelia's door frame. amelia sighed, leaning back on her bed. "you."

"me?" he closed her door, flopping beside her. "what did i do?" he softly chuckled. "you said you liked me, and for some reason my brain can't seem to understand it. i mean, you don't know how long i've wanted you to say that, but, i don't know. it doesn't seem real."

jeremiah leaned on his arm, facing amelia and brushing a hair behind her ear. "mel, trust me. i am crazy about you."

"yeah, but-"

the boy kissed her lips quickly to shut her up. "no buts. it's you i want, okay? it's always been you."

amelia nodded, licking her lips.

"so, how long have you liked me?" he asked with a smile. "i don't see how that is relevant." amelia rolled her eyes, turning her head to face jeremiah.

"because. i wanna know who liked who longer. i bet it was me." he leaned in, whispering the last part with a smile.

"i doubt it." she giggled. "since we were 10, though." she admitted. jeremiah's eyes widened, "what? mel, that's 7 years."

"well when you put it like that you make me sound obsessed."

jeremiah smiled, "you're no more obsessed with me than i am with you." he paused, sitting upright on the bed, amelia following in suit. "why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

amelia giggled, "yeah, because telling your best friend that you like them always goes so well." she rolled her eyes, jeremiah scoffing.

"went well for me." he leaned forward, putting his hand behind amelia's head to bring the two closer. just as their lips were about to meet for a second time, belly walked in abruptly, the two immediately jumping apart.

"relax. it's just me." she chuckled. "susannah's gonna paint me, do you wanna hang out after that? we haven't really had any girl time, you're always spending time with this idiot." she pointed at jeremiah.

"yeah, yeah, of course. just let me know when she's finished with the painting."

"okay. and if the two of you are gonna make out, lock the door." belly giggled, locking the door and closing it as she left.

"are you going to the volleyball tournament?" amelia turned to jeremiah. she didn't know what else to talk about since belly barged in.

"of course. are you?"

"yup. supporting belly. just belly." she chuckled. amelia could care less about taylor.

"hey, mel. you know.. you never did tell me what happened with your dad the other day.." he trailed. amelia sighed. he just had to bring that up.