You were at a party with your best friend, (Y/B/F/N) and you had a drink in your hand. You were staring at him the entire time. Jack Ryder. He kissed you last night, and that was all you can think about, and at the moment he was chatting up some girl. You had enough. You chugged the rest of the drink and turned to the guy next to you,
"I love this song!" You shouted over to him as Arabella by Arctic Monkeys started playing.
"You have good taste in music." You grinned and grabbed his arm,
"Dance with me!" He just shrugged and finished the liquid substance in his cup. You danced to the song not caring what anyone else was doing, you defiantly weren't drunk considering you only just finished your first drink. You always knew how to have fun, and the only person to ever complain about it was your best friend. She wasn't the party type, you start to think about the fact that she might of left. Your not really dancing with the boy, as much as jumping around and sliding down the wall behind you.
"Hey!" You heard someone say, you looked up to see James.
"What do you want." You said as you stopped dancing and started to walk back to the kitchen to get another drink.
"What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing, it's nothing. You didn't do anything wrong." You said, which is true, all he did was kiss you, you never made anything official, he could flirt with who ever, you thought to yourself.
"Good," he whispered as his face came closer to you. As his lips touched yours you kissed back before realizing what was happening, then you pushed his chest.
"No." You whispered, more to yourself than him.
"What's wrong?"
"You did this to me last night, you kissed me and then you start flirting with other girls, and I don't wanna be jealous because you never said we were dating, but I'm not gonna kiss you and allow you to do the same with other girls."
"I'm sorry, it's just, I told your brother to give you my number and to text me because I wanted to talk. You never did, so I just thought-" You needed a moment to comprehend, Jack and your brother are really good friends, so it made sense that Jack went to him.
"Wait, you told, (Y/B/N), to give me your number?"
"Yeah?"
"Is he here?"
"Sure as hell hope he is, he's my DD."
"Yeah, well, I'm gonna look for him," he always knew you liked Jack. You told him before and he always made fun of you for it, and you thought (Y/B/N) was okay with it, guess not. You looked around and Jack followed. Then you remembered something, "You said you had something important to tell me last night?" You turned around and asked Jack,
"Erm, yeah, I'll tell you later." You nodded and went back to looking for your brother, you found him on the back deck talking to a group of girls, what a flirt, you thought and rolled your eyes.
"(Y/B/N), we need to talk, now." You said annoyed and turned around to make sure Jack was still there and he nodded,
"Shit, yeah, I know, I gotta go girls, text me alright?" He winked and turned our way, "I don't like you as a boyfriend, you cheated on way too many girls way too many times, and my sister, can't get her heart broken again. It was hell with whatever his name is, plus she really likes you."
"And I really like her,"
"Isn't that what you said about Amanda, Claire, and Jen?"
"Screw you! She's your sister, I lied to them because they were good in bed! Why the hell would I purposely hurt my best friends sister?"
"I've seen you do it to many times man, Jack, I love you, your a great friend, but I don't like you goin' out with my sister."
"Too bad, because the world doesn't revolve around what you like, if we wanna go out who gives a damn?" You budded in,
"I do, what happens when he hurts you and I don't have my best friend anymore." No one said anything else.
"I have to go." You said, Jack looked back at you and told you he would drive you. You tossed him the keys. You got into the passenger side, "Jack, I really like you." You said as soon as you both got comfortable.
"I really like you too."
"But, I don't think we should go out, I know I'm letting my brother get to me but-"
"I know, I feel the same way, no matter how much I wanna be with you, I'm scared of losing my best friend and hurting you, even if I don't mean to."
"Yeah, lets just keep things the way they were before last night." He nodded and turned up the radio as Green Day's Last Day On Earth played.
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4 Years later,
Hey Jack, so I wanted to say, (Y/B/N) told me about you being in love with Samantha. Congratulations, this has been killing me, we became such good friends after that one night a few years ago, and I loved you more and more every day. I'm sending you this because I thought maybe it's time for me to move on, I mean we're both in college and you're in love and well, I guess I just needed closure that I can't be with you. I won't ever forget about you Jack, I love you.
You pressed the send button. You needed to move on, and by doing this, you felt like it was the best thing to do. It's been 2 years since you've last seen him, you just couldn't get him out of your head, you're in university in another state. The night before you left Jack came over, he said that he felt something with you he hasn't felt before, he said he thought he loved you, but he needed a friend rather than a girlfriend, and how he was so afraid he would hurt you. Almost identical to his speech in the car two years before that. Your brother knew how you felt about him, he gave you the idea to text him.
This morning, your brother texted you saying that Samantha and Jack are in love, and that Jack proposed last night. You were happy that he was happy. Samantha seems so nice, you face timed last year when you and Jack talked on a regular basis.
Hey (Y/N), first off, thank you, I really love Sam. And also, that took a lot of balls to say, you're a good kid, and you should stay that way. I did love you, and it took me a while to realize that Samantha is the one for me, I understand if you don't want to, but we would both love it if you would come to the wedding.
You read the text from Jack, you couldn't help but let a few tears fall. You smiled down, you would go to the wedding, even if you love the groom, you just wanted him to be happy.
