9:21 AM
I rolled over, now facing Jason as he sleeps. He's just so adorable, I can't help but stare. He snores a little bit so that gets annoying sometimes but other than that, I love sleeping with him. He makes me feel all cozy inside.
See, what people fail to realize is that Jason is not my boyfriend. He is my best friend. I love him but I'm not in love with him. There's a difference. But I love his hugs, and his advice and the way he changes my mood with the slightest smile... his laughs, his texts, and just being with him.
He's been there when I cry, when I get heartbroken, when I laugh, when there's been rough times, when I'm mad, when I'm jealous, when I'm crazy, when I'm pretty, when I'm ugly... basically he's been through everything with me.
Now, I guess we're just more grown up so we do more grown up things together but he's got my best interest at heart. If I got it, he got it and vise versa.
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But You Say He's Just A Friend
Teen FictionHe calls me beautiful, he likes my photos, he pulls up whenever I call, he listens to me cry about other boys, he gives me kisses on the forehead, he tells me when I'm wrong, and he loves me and protects me from all other boys. He looks at me with t...
