When He Became Mine | COMPLETE

Prologue

Keira's POV

I've known Jason Meyer since the day I was born. He was and still is my brother Caleb's best friend, and my family and Jason's family were close friends, so it made sense that they would be at the hospital while my mother was in labor screaming to get me the hell out of her. My father had barely signed my birth certificate when the Meyers trickled into my mom's room and all held me—including Jason.

When I was little, my brother hated that I always wanted to be around him and Jason. Caleb was determined to keep his friends to himself, and I wasn't allowed to be near them. Jason didn't mind that I wanted to play with them, or rather he played the Barbie games I insisted we play at least once before launching into a game of tag, but there was always an argument about it until a decision was made (or someone won).

"She's only six," Caleb would say. "I'm nine. I'm not some kid."

"Ah, come on, Caleb," Jason would then protest. "She's not hurting anyone."

"But she's a girl!"

And so on.

By the time I hit my junior high years, Caleb was used to me being around "the boys." My mother always thought I would be like every girl in my neighborhood, but instead I turned tomboy and played sports at the local park near our small town of Essex, Connecticut. We played soccer, baseball, football, and basketball. No matter how badly I sucked at the sport, Jason let me play and managed to get the others to do the same. My skills would improve and then it wasn't so bad to have me on the team.

Jason became one of my closest friends. He had let me cry on his shoulder when the boy I had a crush on in the seventh grade got a girlfriend. He had been the one I came running to when I got my first period and I thought I was dying. He had offered me a ride to Victoria's Secret at the Crystal Mall in Waterford when my mom was out of town and I realized my boobs could no longer go without a bra. He gave me my first driving lesson before my father panicked and took over with the lessons, and he attended every single piano recital I had.

I went to all of his baseball games. I was there when he tore a muscle in his shoulder and had to have surgery. He's a big baby when comes to colds and the flu, so whenever he developed one, I was always the one who had to go over there and make him take medication. I had stayed up late with him so he could study for his SATs. I jumped for joy with him when his acceptance letter for Yale came in the mail, and I hung strips of tape on my fingers when he packed his boxes to leave for college.

Despite popular belief amongst our peers, we never dated. Sure, we kissed once, but it was because I was fourteen and curious to know what it was like to be kissed. We hung out at Starbucks and the mall and went out for movies and ice cream, but we never held hands and told each other how much we cared for each other. We never made out and proudly told people we were saving ourselves for marriage. Whatever I did for Jason, Caleb was there first, and I always turned to my best (girl) friend, Olivia Jackson, when I had a girl problem that needed to be solved or to my mother before I went to Jason.

But I still hopelessly fell in love with Jason Meyer.

"Will you marry me?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked to my boyfriend, Ethan Crabtree, of six months. I had met him during my freshman year at Julliard. We were friends until he asked me out six month ago at the beginning of the school year. Apparently the fact we were seniors and ready to begin our lives gave him the courage to ask me to marry him because he sat in front of me, holding a diamond ring.

I honestly didn't know what to say.

I swallowed and hesitated, thinking it over. My love for Jason wasn't going to end, but I knew he wasn't going to date or marry his best friend's sister. Ethan was one of my best friends, but I learned I could only love him as a good friend. However, Ethan was going to provide me a good home and family, my parents (especially my father) loved him, and I did have fun when I was around him.

I bit my lower lip and looked up at him, nodding slowly. "Yes," I whispered. "I'll marry you."