"Stuck In The Friend-Zone Again and Again"

"Wake Up In The Morning"

Waking up to the faded smell of Jake's cologne and the feeling of his arms around me was extraordinary.

I thought back to last night, and pondered over my feelings.
Was I in love with Jake?
I was pretty sure.
I mean, we hadn't said "I love you" yet, but I was pretty sure he felt the same way about me as I felt about him, and so maybe he loved me too.
I smiled softly.
It was rather nice to be in love.

I remembered the days when I was in love with Luke, before I had Jake, I hadn't been like this.

But it was love.

I wasn't like this because I didn't have him with me; I didn't wake up to his voice or strong arms wrapped around my frame.

I was alone.
And in love.
And I had no hope of him returning that love.
But that didn't stop me from loving him.

But now I loved Jake.
And I didn't love Luke, not anymore.

Luke used to be a dream, something that could never happen.

Jake was real, he was always real. He cared for me the same way I cared for him.

And I wasn't alone.

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Luke's P.O.V.

Just as I was falling asleep, my phone lit up with a trill of bells.
I groaned, and pulled my phone off of my nightstand and saw who it was.

The name on the screen instantly made me smile.
Paris.

I unlocked my phone and responded to her simple text of "hi Luke".

"Hey Paris," I replied.

Paris: wait shit isn't it like 10pm there

Luke: yeah

Paris: OMG sorry go to bed

Luke: no I'm talking to you

Paris: I feel so special

Luke: why cause I'm ditching sleep to talk to you

Paris: yeah basically

Luke: so whatcha doin

Paris: In bed with Jake, he's still sleeping

Luke: you're in bed with Jake
Luke: OMG did you guys do the frickle frackle

Paris: LUKE!

Luke: OMG YOU DID

Paris: NO we most certainly did NOT

Luke: oh
Luke: so you guys just like cuddled and shit

Paris: YES
Paris: goddammit Lucas

Luke: what

Paris: you thought I had sex?

Luke: Um
Luke: maybe

Paris: I'm 16 Luke I'm not a slut
Paris: also sex seems really scary

Luke: I know you're not a slut, I didn't REALLY think you had sex
Luke: and I can't say that sex isn't scary cause I wouldn't know

Paris: WHAT
Paris: YOU'RE A VIRGIN?!?!?!

Luke: um
Luke: yeah

Paris: but you're hot
Paris: hot people who are almost 19 are not usually virgins