Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

Doug Finds Out

Kate's P.O.V.

When I had realised that it had been Brad who had come to check on me and not Doug or my parents, I could have jumped for joy. And then, when I had unleashed my thoughts about my feelings for him upon him, he had been empathetic, understanding what I meant, and had made me feel more at ease. Then my heart was doing somersaults as he returned my feelings. When he leant in though, my heart skipped a beat.

What sort of a strain would this put on our relationship? Would things be awkward after? Would I be left feelings even worse than I had before? All these questions were running through my head, but when his lips captured mine, I sighed in happiness.

Fuck it, I thought before kissing him back passionately, and allowing him to deepen the kiss slightly. When we pulled back for air, he grinned and kissed my forehead, before pulling me into his chest so that there would be someone with me tonight and I wouldn't have to be alone. I smiled into his chest happily, content with the moment, as he wrapped his arms around me. 

My eyes fluttered shut and soon I was sound asleep in the arms of Greg Jenko!

The next morning, my eyes fluttered open, and I suddenly remembered last night- I had kissed Brad... Greg.... you know who I mean! I smiled up at him through my sleepy eyes and soon enough, his eyes opened as well as he gazed down ino my eyes fondly.

"Morning," he said.

"Hi," I sung.

He leaned in for a kiss and I happily obliged..... until I heard a chorus of gasps. 

I pulled back sharply, my head snapping around to my door where my parents and Doug stood in the threshold, their mouths hung in the perfect O shape. I bit my lip worriedly, casting a quick glance at Brad who looked like a deer in the headlights. Looking back at the group before us, I was somewhat surprised when my mom's astonished gape turned into a toothy grin. 

"I knew it! I knew you to would get together!" she declared, "C'mere my babies!" she cooed, coming up to us and wrapping us in one of her bone-crushing hugs.

I was happily shocked as she did that and hugged her back with a nervous laugh. Looking to my dad, he was nodding his head appreciatively.

"Treat her well, Greg, otherwise I'll have to kill you," he promised and I smiled as Brad laughed, glad to be accepted.

Then I looked to Doug. His face hadn't changed, but when it did, I could see that he was hurt. My heart dropped, but as I started, "Doug..." he cut me off.

"How?" he commaded, "How could you not have told me? My best friend and my sister? When did this happen, huh? You been seeing each other for months under my nose, is that it?" he asked, but before anyone could respond, he threw his hands in the air and marched off, muttering something about 'can't be bothered with this shit'. 

Then, sister mode switched on, and I leapt out of bed, dashing down the stairs, yelling "Doug!" after him. I saw him out of the patio window sat alone at the outside dinner table for if the weather's nice. I cautiously walked up to him and silently sat on another of the chairs.

A silence followed before I decided to break it; "I'm sorry."

He 'humphed' in reply, his gaze still fixed on the road.

"I would have told you, but it all happened at like two o'clock this morning, after the party was over," I said, but he still wouldn't look at me.

"Look, Morton," I said, knowing I would get his attention by using his real name, "I didn't know what my feelings for Greg were and he didn't know about his for me, but last night we kissed and it felt.... right. Like everything in this entire confusion had been sorted for just one moment. I get that you're upset for us not telling you, but one; it's not like we did anything else, and two; do you really expect us to wake you up just to say 'Oh yeah, and we just kissed and we don't know what'll happen from here but night night again'?"

Doug looked like he had been listening, but he still didn't respond, so I got up, sighing in defeat.

"I really don't know what you expect me to do, but I'm sorry," I apologised again, before heading back inside, successfully defeated.

Brad, who had legged it after me, and had been watching from inside, watched me solemnly as I trooped inside, shoulder hung low, shaking my head. He grabbed me from the side and pulled me to him to kiss my head before letting me go back upstairs to get dressed.

Sighing, I traipsed up the stairs, and into my room, changing into something a little bit sloppy seeing as it was the weekend and I was in my current state- I decided a tank top and sweatpants would be fine and I raked a brush through my messy hair only briefly.

I plodded back down the staircase and into the living room, reaching for the TV remote. Out of the corner of my eye though, was the patio window, and through it I could see Brad and Doug talking and then the two of them embraced in a 'Bro Hug'. Pulling back, they smiled to each other, nodding, before starting inside, so I quickly turned on the TV, smiling, and pretended to be none the wiser to the fact that they had sorted things out.