You and your best friend Jack Gilinsky were taking a walk one day coming back from the mall. You didn't even get anything. All of a sudden you hear a clap of thunder, and it starts to pour. "You know, we really should find somewhere to stay dry," Jack says.
"What would be the point anyway," you say. "We're already wet." "I guess right now would be the most perfect time than ever to tell you then," he says.
You start to say, "Tell me what," but he cuts you off.
"I know you want to be friends, but I don't. I love you. I loved you that time in kindergarten when you glued my forehead to the table. I loved you in second grade when you slapped me for hitting you with a dodge ball. I loved you in fourth grade when you caught me kissing a girl under the slide. I loved you in seventh grade when I helped you get over your boyfriend. I loved you in tenth grade when I said I hated you. I love your perfect smile, I love your laugh, I love the way the sun looks on your face when we go to the beach. I just love you," he says staring you right in the eye.
All you can do is tear up. You say, "Jack..."
"Shh," he says smiling. "Don't move."
He smoothes down your hair, and your put my hand over his. You put it down, and he just looks at you. You lace your fingers through his and look up at him grinning.
"Just shut up and kiss me Gilinsky," you say.
He sighs and you put your forehead up to his. His mouth finds yours, and it fits perfectly. Perfect your mind says. And you know it is.
"So..." He says grabbing your hand again pulling you down the street into his embrace. "I've got you."
"Yeah," you say poking him in the stomach playfully. "Now what?"
"Now I'm not letting you go," he says softly. "I've let you go for too long now."
