Toby P.O.V
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I played the song I had written for her, hoping it would do the trick. It was supposed to be a love song, but her as my friend was more important. She wrapped me in a huge hug, and I squeezed her back, glad she forgave me.
"Well, what do we have here? My girlfriend and my best friend. That would never do," Gabe said from the doorway.
Jacie pulled back and glared at him.
"Excuse me, but since when were we dating?" she retorted.
Gabe smirked. "Since we kissed. You've been my girlfriend ever since," he said.
Jacie stood up, clenching her fists. "Listen, Gabe, we aren't dating. We never have, and never will. You think I wanted to kiss you? You kissed me! I didn't do shit. So whatever you're fantasizing over there, sorry, but Earth to Gabe, you have to ask me out for us to actually date. And before you ask, no," she said icily.
Gabe just stared at her, the smirk wiped off of his face. Jacie seemed to notice and sighed.
"It's not because you're a bad guy or anything, it's just that I haven't known you for very long, and I'm not sure if I'm looking for a relationship right now," she said in a calmer voice.
Gabe gave a slight nod and left. She sat down and held her head in her hands. I put my arm around her shoulder and waited.
"I hope I didn't upset him too much," she mumbled after a minute.
"No, he'll be fine. He's got thick skin," I assured her.
She sat up and sighed. "I just wish guys wouldn't fall for me like that. You know, like me just because they think I'm pretty. You would have to be pretty drunk or demented to say I'm pretty," she said, leaning back on the bed.
I laid down next to her and stretched. "No, they aren't. You're a very attractive woman, and there's no reason you should think otherwise," I told her.
She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? So you think I'm attractive?" she asked.
My eyes widened and I stuttered, looking for an explanation other than that I loved her. She laughed and playfully shoved me.
"I'm just joking. Lighten up," she teased.
I chuckled and that's when I remembered I had forgotten about my shoulder when we had gone swimming. I felt my shoulder and noticed my bandages were ruined. She looked at my bandages and found the problem. She quietly got up and went to my apartment and came back with my bandages. I pulled off my shirt and set down my guitar. She unwrapped my shoulder and threw away the ruined bandages, replacing them with fresh ones.
"Your cut's getting better," she said.
I nodded and stretched, moving my shoulder around. There wasn't any sharp stings, just a dull ache. I laid back against her headboard. She crawled up next to me and looked at me.
"You know, that song was really sweet," she said.
I smiled and ran my hand through my hair. "Well, I would," I said.
I needed to make the decision. Did I want to ask her? Did I really wanna risk our friendship? I wasn't so sure that she felt the same, so I kept my mouth shut about it. She smiled.
"I would too," she said, looking away.
"Wanna go have coffee?" I asked.
She nodded and helped me up, walking to my apartment. We walked in and I headed into the kitchen while she sat at the computer. Suddenly, she got up and bolted to her apartment, coming back with her headset.
