note- this is the movies audio
"Jaz.
Someone I've always fussed myself on. Since 7th grade, when we met, she was that girl with dazzling eyes. She was that girl with a sweet sense of humor, and I liked that. I always wanted to talk to her, I just didn't know how. My first thought on her made my heart skip from reality, and when people said stuff like 'don't even try' it only made me want to try harder to talk to her. She was quiet. She was shy, but she was good at acting. I could have said something more meaningful, but instead I told her I liked the way her voice sounded, which wasn't a lie.
When I asked her to do this project, I learnt more and more about the way she does things, such as help her family, do her choures, and even the way she wakes up. Jaz loves everyone but herself, and I don't understand it. How can someone so perfect and so loving, feel so deeply about others, rather than herself. Over time I began to pick up on everything about her. Her eyes, her eating habits, the way she changes her hair a lot, but mostly, her iridescence.
(scene at nathans house plays)
The way her personality changes colours. She notices things others wouldn't.
When she didn't come to school for a couple days, I became impatient and my feelings became mixed.
Did I call it love? My mother did, but I couldn't understand it. If this was love, I didn't like it. It hurts and it makes my stomach feel weird.
After what seemed like ages, but was only 3 days, I found myself leaving about three dozen messages a day, wondering and waiting to know where she was, until she picked up when I called her.
I still remember it. Her voice was small, and she had been crying. I acted irrationally, and probably hurt her. After all, I had no idea what it felt to have a dying mother, but I did know what it was like to feel like you have no control on your own feelings. Crying was the only remedy for heartbreak. But I still wanted to ask her to prom. So I did.
No, I didn't do anything outrageous like buying a pizza, because knowing Jaz, she would probably hate that. So I did the manliest thing possible,
I asked her in person.
At first I was scared she'd say no, because I didn't think she'd want to go with me.
I'm the lamest guy around, and when she said yes, I thought I swallowed my own tounge.
Over time I didn't know how to say it, because I didn't know.if I was in love or not, but.it's pretty clear now.
Jaz Simmers, I love you, and it's not like that scrappy puppy love. I love you. And gravity didn't make me fall for you. If I were to explain it, there's no saying in whether there is friction in love or not. I can fall right through you, or I can fall right for you. I don't know whether I really fell for you or through you, but I'm not really worried. I know that if I let you go, I'd fall in love with you again, and again, and again."
The credits roll.
I look at him and he finally says something into the microphone,
"Well, I feel awkward now" he smiles, blushing.
I run to the stage and he pulls me into a hug.
"I'm not going to kiss you in front of everyone" he says, laughing.
"Yeah? Well I am." I say, kissing him. I went to say something about my feelings, but I stopped, and I realised, that's the best explanation I can give.
(I purposely made this short. And that's because I'm not finished with the story yet so I didn't want this to seem like this grand ending)
