Worth Something

Part 1

As I threw up in the toilet, Andy held back my hair. I felt like death, and I had mascara running down my face. Finally, the vomiting stopped, and I sat up, hugging my knees. "I-I want to die..." I mumbled, and looked up at his beautiful face. He looked into my eyes with his piercing, beautiful blue ones. "Don't say that, Marie." He hugged me, and let me cry on his shoulder. I still felt worthless as fuck. He started to sing Saviour softly into my ear, and I relaxed, feeling safe, good and comfortable against my bestest friend who I had secretly had a crush on for 5 years now. 

"Andy..." I whispered. "Yes, Marie?" "I-I love you..." I mumbled, turning red. "I love you too... As my bestest friend..." He whispered back. I felt like crying again. I have tried to tell him for a year! Whenever I tell him that I love him, he'd say the exact same thing as he said right now. I got up, and waddled out of the bathroom, and into the Living Room. I sunk into the couch, and felt Andy come over and do the same. We stared into each other's eyes for about 5 minutes, until one of us spoke. "I'm tired of lying to you, Marie..." Andy said, and blushed. "W-What do you mean, A-Andy?" I stuttered, not really getting what he was saying. "I've always said that I like you as my Bestest Friend, but that's not true. What I'm trying to say here is that I love you, and not in a friend way."

He went red. He leaned towards me, and put his warm lips on mine. He then pulled away, and turned even redder. "I hope you feel the same way, gorgeous..." He said to me, and then looked away. "I do. I love you back, Andy. It's been this way for me for 5 years, and every time I see your face, my heart flutters at how perfect it is." My eyes filled with happy tears. He turned to me, and smiled. Once again, he put his lips on mine, and this time, I kissed him back. He leaned on top of me. When he pulled away, he looked at me, and blushed. My heart burst with happiness and butterflies were having a party in my stomach at how adorable he looked. 

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I woke up the next morning next to my best friend, naked. I gasped, and pinched myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. It wasn't.