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Elena's POV

It's Friday today, which means that today is my date with Jack. That thought makes my stomach tie in nots and crumble out of nervousness and excitement.

He texted me a few days ago saying it's him and next thing I knew he replied with 'Pick you up at 7 on Friday.' I replied by telling him my address because he didn't actually know where I lived.

I've also been ignoring Harry since that happened. To be honest, I'm making him a favor. I'm staying out of his private life and don't want to stick my nose somewhere that is none of my business. He is clearly happy with that girl and it may sound cliché but if he's happy then I'm happy too. I just may have hoped that our story wouldn't end that fast. It's my fault too. It was me who rejected him and he saw that there was no point in sticking with me, so he chose what was better for him.

Like I said, I should be happy for him because after all he is my friend, and friends wish the best for each other.

If I should be happy for him, then why every time I imagine Harry and the girl my head, I get a pang of jealousy in my chest?

Harry hasn't been helping with the whole "I-wanna-forget-about-Harry-" thing. He's been sending me multiple texts and has called me literally over twenty times this past week. His texts were saying how he didn't know if I was alive or not, if something happened to me and so. After two days of me not replying to him, I think he got the message that I was ignoring him, so then he started asking why I was ignoring him.

After four days, I think he started to get worried for me and was asking whether I was in hospital or not. I thought that he shouldn't be stressing over something as irrelevant -to him- as me. I answered him with a short "I'm fine." Then his multiple messages were back, popping in my phone and making me roll my eyes. I went back to plain ignoring him.

I'm also doing this for me, for my own good. I want to forget about him, I think I have a right to do that. He can't just play with me when he's bored then throw me across the room when a better offer stands on his plate.

For a person that wants to forget about Harry, I tend to think about him quite a lot.

I shake my head and look over at the clock on my nightstand, checking the time. It said 5:03pm, so I decide to start getting ready for the date tonight. It may be early, but it's better early, than late. I don't like being late, and I don't like people who are late.

I take a long hot shower, washing my body and hair. It's still quite chilly outside, but not that cold so I decide to text Jack, asking him whether we are going to a fancy place or not, so I know what to wear.

'Put on something causal :)x', says his reply.

I notice the little 'x' he has put at the end of his text and think of Harry and how he always put his initials and an x at the end of his texts.

Here I go again, thinking about Harry. This is becoming some sort of habit of mine. Dammit.

I carry on getting ready as I put on light-denim skinny jeans, black sweater, and a pair black boots. I blow dry my hair and then braid it. My make-up is light but also has its own edge to it.

I look at myself in the mirror and feel satisfied with my outfit.

I get a text from Jack saying that he's right in front of my house and hurry downstairs to get my jacket and lock the door, because no one will be home.

Basically, since my mum and dad decided they're getting a divorce, they're never at home. My mum is now an editor of a magazine, so she's got even more work which results in her coming really late at night. My dad is moving out so he actually doesn't live with us anymore. That reminds me of the fact that I have to decide who I'm going to live with. I was actually thinking of staying with my mum until I get some sort of my own place to live in. I never had a good relationship with my dad anyway. My sister decided she was going to stay with my mum and I guess that's cool but I also feel kind of bad because that means my dad will have to live alone. Damn.

I lock the door, get into Jacks car and once I see his smile, my thoughts fade away.

"Hello." he smiles.

"Hi." I smile back.

"You look very pretty."

"Thank you." my cheeks turn bright shade of pink. He chuckled and shakes his head as he starts the car and starts driving.

"Are you going to tell me where we're going?" I question.

"Um, well I thought the whole surprise thing is cliché so I'm taking you to the carnival. It's like a twenty-minute drive till there."

"Oh, yeah, the carnival! I totally forgot about that. I love carnivals though." I smiled as I remembered of the carnival that happens every year in this town. I grow excited as the minutes pass, shaken from the thought that I'm going to go to a carnival after so many years.

I remember the last time...

He holds my hand as we try to walk past the crowd to get to the big wheel. That ride is my favourite of the carnival and he knows it. I smile at him and he kisses my forehead. He makes me feel so secure and loved, I just am so thankful that I have him in my life.

"Wait." he stops in his tracks and turns around to face me.

"What?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Let's take a picture to savor this moment. We never know what could end it."

I smile at his cuteness and we pose for the selfie. We take two. In the first one we both smile wide at the camera with the pile of people behind us. In the second picture I am looking at smiling him while he pulls a funny face at the camera.

Because we took them with a Polaroid, we have the pictures in our hands a couple of seconds afterwards.

I smile looking at them, then at him, thinking that nothing can ever ruin this.

I snap out of my thoughts and get out of the car noticing how we got to the carnival. I follow Jack as he holds his arm out, waiting for me to grab his. We intertwine our fingers and walk further in the area where this carnival is happening.

Colours, people, music, kids, laughter, more colours.

I smile so widely and can't wait to get on every ride. I can sense his excitement and start walking faster not wanting to waste more time.

Three hours, two candy floss, ten rides and a teddy bear later, Jack is driving me back home. The radio is playing softly and a smile is persistent on my face for the whole drive back home.

I haven't had that much fun in a long time, that's for sure. We just enjoy the silence and make small talk about what a great time we had.

He pulls up at my house and I turn to him.

"I really had a great time. Thanks Jack." I smile at him.

"Anytime, Elena." he smiles back at me.

I wait for a second or two as I feel him lean in. I look into his eyes, then at his lips, then back at his eyes.

Our lips collide into a sweet kiss. We hold contact for only a few seconds when I pull away and get out of the car with a smile on my face. His car leaves the moment I close the car door and that confuses me a little. Harry always waits for me to get into the building before he leaves.

You just kissed Jack and you're thinking of Harry. Wow, Elena, wow.

Just as I'm unlocking the front door, a voice startles me.

"You had a good night, I'm guessing?"

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