complicated || j.s & c.l

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Joe sat on the bed, watching Emma pace back and forth. Emma bit her lip, trying to get it through her head.

"So, you're in love with me?" Emma chewed at the inside of her cheek.

Joe wasn't sure if he should confront his feelings or deny it.

He sighed, standing up and grabbing Emma's hand. "Emma, I know it's stupid but I've been in love with you ever since we kissed on the roof at the dance. When was that? 8th grade? Yeah, I've been in love with you since then but it only took me til now to realize it." Her eyes were narrowed and she looked up at him as his hand grazed her cheek, pulling fallen hair behind her ear. "God, you're so beautiful." His soft voice filled her heart and he leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. Their lips finally meet and Emma finds herself not pulling back. But soon, she does.

"You can't just kiss me, Joe! You can't just pile this on me when i'm finally happy with someone. I love Caspar. I love him so much." Her eyes began to water and her hands were shaking. She couldn't really breathe.

"Oh, come on Emma. You're seriously going to act like you're not in love with me either?"

"I-I was in love with you. Was. But you push me away, get new girls. It wasn't the same anymore. Then I met this guy, two months before I moved in with you. In Copenhagen. It was only for a week, but he showed me what true love was. He showed me, I didn't need to be chasing after someone when someone could be chasing after me. That sounds kind of weird but the point is, someone will love me. You didn't give me that love and now that, that someone is in my life, you realized."

Emma was opening the door. Joe opened his mouth to say something but, it was too late.

Emma opened the door, quickly getting out. She stood there, trembling in tears.

"Are you okay?" A voice says, startling her. She looks to the side. Oli was there, leaning against the wall by the door. "I heard everything." Emma's stomach dropped.

Her eyes were a waterfall and she sobbed, "P-please don't tell Caspar. I chose him, not Joe. I love Caspar. Please, Oli. Don't tell him. Please." She kept pleading, over and over. Oli grabbed her, embracing her into a hug.

"I won't tell him, but you have to. You have to at least tell him what happened. At least tell him you chose him." His soft figure was the best at the moment. Emma loved that Oli was someone you needed. He always knew the best way to comfort people.

"I will..." She mumbled in his chest. He tightened the hug before letting go.

"I think I know where we need to go."

She smiled, knowing what he meant. Before you know it, they were at the train station heading to Brighton.