Scott lifted me up over his shoulder. "Scott, put me down! SCOTT!"
"Not until you tell me what's wrong!"
"FINE! Put me down!" Scott walked over to the couch and put me down.
"Please, just tell me what's wrong."
"Scott, I can't take this anymore. I see you every day, wishing I was good enough for you. I've had feelings for you since the day we met. I'm not pretty enough, kind enough, loving enough, or any of that. My last relationship ruined me. I loved him for years and years after he broke up with me. You were the first person I had feelings for after I was able to get over him. I've never been good enough for anyone like you."
"Oh my god, I can't believe that you like me."
"Well, you know now, what are you going to do now? Never speak to me again? Cause that's how every other friendship ended when-" My words were cut short by his lips. He kissed me passionately, hard. When he finally stopped, I touched my lips. "Scott I..."
"I've felt the same way, but I've just been so afraid that you didn't like me back. I love you so damned much." He kissed me again, but softly this time. He kept kissing me, and progressively got closer, and kissed harder. I stopped the kiss this time.
"I love you too, Scott." I kissed him and grabbed his hand.
"I've been waiting so long to do that." He smiled down at me and we walked to his car.
