The 100 Imagines/Preferences

Imagine: Jasper | Best friends

You've read tons of books about it: A girl has been best friends with a guy since childhood and in her teenage years she falls in love with him. It's all too cliché. You used to laugh at it when you were younger.
I mean c'mon, he's your best friend. You don't fall in love with your best friend.
You laughed too soon because here you are, madly in love with Jasper Jordan, your best friend.

It all started about a year ago, back on the Ark.

FLASHBACK

It was a regular afternoon, you'd been to class in the morning, met up with your parents for lunch and were now reading a book in the library. But you had trouble focussing on the story. For some reason you hadn't been able to keep your mind off of Jasper all day. And whenever you thought about the fact that you'd be meeting him to study that afternoon, you couldn't help but smile. When you look back at it now you realize that were major clues. But back in the day you refused to think anything of it.

Eventually you decided to give up on reading and sat in silence, your eyes gazed over to the clock. 3:32PM. You sighed. You and Jasper agreed to meet up at his place at 4:00. That means you still had 28 minutes to fill.
Maybe I should try another book.
Due to your severe concentration issues, you decided to go with a comic book. They're easy to read because it's just dialogue and images, no elaborate scenery descriptions and long emotional paragraphs whatsoever. Perfect.

After a while you look up at the clock. 3:54PM. You smile as you stand up and put the comic book back on the shelf you got it from.
Time to go to Jasper's.

You swing open the door and walk in. You never knock unless you're stopping by without informing him or his parents first.
"Your timing is spot on!" The familiar voice says.
You look to your left to see Jasper sitting on his bed leaning his back against against the metal wall.
"I was actually a couple of minutes early so I waited outside." You say as you walk over to the bed. Jasper raises an eyebrow at you.
"I'm kidding." You say and sit down next to him. He wraps you in a hug. You always greet each other like this so it's nothing special. But this hug felt different. You usually don't really feel anything because you hug all the time. But now his embrace erupts a feeling of warmth inside you. It makes you feel safe, loved and at ease. It feels like home. You feel your cheeks go pink at the realization. You play it off by coughing and grabbing your bag.
"So, do you wanna start with math or history?" You ask as you open your bag and take out the books.
"Math. I suck at it and I could use your help." He answers.
"What happened to Monty tutoring you?" You frown.
"He gave up on me." He chuckles.
"Are you that bad?" You laugh.
"No. Monty just sucks at tutoring. I'd rather have a tutor who speaks English." He jokes.
"Monty with his broad vocabulary.." You laugh.

Believe it or not but you actually manage to seriously study math together. He might actually pass the upcoming test thanks to you. But it seems like all your willpower and concentration went into that because neither of you can seem to focus on history. And when you and Jasper can't focus you start goofing around. After a paper airplane contest (that was won by Jasper), he decided it was time for another kind of contest.
"Staring contest. 3, 2, 1, GO!" He says and pierces his eyes into yours. You smirk and stare back. You decide to take this opportunity to study his eyes. They're gorgeous. Dark brown, full of light and a little sparkle that reflects his dorky personality. A feeling of butterflies erupts in your stomach.
Shit.
You've been ignoring/denying it all day, but at this point it's no use. It's time to face the facts. Today you fell in love with Jasper Jordan, your best friend. And there is nothing you can do about it.

END OF FLASHBACK

You smile at the memory. You remember having mixed feelings about the whole situation. It was exciting, you fell in love for the first time. It's such a special feeling. The butterfly feeling in your stomach whenever he walks into the room, the feeling of safety whenever he pulls you into a hug, the electric feeling shooting through your body whenever he touches you. But you also knew that love is pain. Constantly living with the urge to kiss him but knowing you could never, wanting to spit out the truth but never doing it because you know it could ruin everything, the pit in your stomach whenever he's having fun with another girl. And of course the burden of living with the one secret you couldn't share with him.