Just Friends. (A falling in love with my best friend story)

Chapter 17: Taking a leap

  Genna's POV:

I paced around my room, wondering if I was jumping into things too fast. Usually, when a girl develops a crush on a guy, she takes absolutely forever to decide whether or not to tell him, and then takes another ten billion years to build up the courage to tell him. Now, if this were a cliche teen chick flick, the guy would already be crushing on her as well. But since this isn't, my chances of that being true are very low.

The odds are definitely not in my favor.

My mind raced as I thought about all that could happen because of me telling him I liked him. Each new possibility was crazier than the next, and I was starting to freak myself out.

I sat down on my bed, holding my hands in my head. I shouldn't do this. It will just end badly, I know it will. But then again....my dad had taken the leap by kissing mom in that one story they used to tell me about. Well, at least mom told me about it. She'd always describe how it was early and they were by the train tracks, and how it was the perfect sunrise. If dad hadn't taken the leap, would they still be together?

        "Gen? Are you okay?" Parker's voice asked from behind my bedroom door. My heart pounded. Well, it was nor or never. I walked over and opened the door, and walked into his bedroom where he was standing in the doorway.

        "Uh....yeah." I said. He sat on his armchair and spun around a few times, while I perched myself on the corner of his bed.

        "How'd your therapy session go?" He asked me.

        "Oh, it was actually really good. He helped me make some pretty big decisions and I decided he wasn't as shitty as my past therapists were." I said, trying to be vague. He just nodded.

My hands shook, so I sat on them. Come on Genna, don't be a wimp!

        "Uh...Parker....I have....something to confess." I said. My tone must've worried him because he stopped spinning and sat up, looking scared.

        "Okay, just tell me what you broke and I'll replace it." He said, trying to act exasperated. I let out a small giggle, but it turned out to be a squeak.

        "Well...here goes nothing. Ever since you got back from Spain, I've had a wall built in between us. I had changed way too much over the summer, and I couldn't really speak to anyone. But you...you didn't seem to care that I was more distant and definitely more different than when you had last seen me. You were kind, and caring...and you dealt with me through some tough moments." I explained. This seemed to worry him and he stood up.

        "Oh no, you wanna move out. You're saying goodbye aren't you?" He asked. I was startled into laughter and stood up as well.

        "No...no, that's not it. It's just....I've begun to get...feelings." I said.

        "Feelings." He repeated, not breaking eye contact. I started to walk slowly towards him.

        "Uh huh." I said.

        "What kind of feelings?" He asked. I was now standing right in front of him and I was scared to look into his eyes, fearing that my eyes would give everything away. Like I was about to. But I looked anyway, feeling my heart beat faster than it ever had.

        "Ones I'm afraid you'll reject." I said quietly.

        "What the heck does that me-" He didn't finish because I quickly stood on my tiptoes, placed my hands on his shoulders and kissed him right on the mouth, then I quickly pulled back, looking at him one last time before running into my room and shutting the door.

Oh God, what did I just pull myself into?