jack gilinsky imagines

falling

part 2 to 'distraction'

brooke's pov;

today was the day. i checked around the house to make sure everything was in place.

almost 6 months ago, 3 months after i promised to fall in love with him, gilinsky had asked me to move in with him. like a roommate, considering the fact that we weren't dating. i said yes, obviously. he's my bestfriend, why wouldn't i?

now here we are, a total of 9 months later and i'm ready. ready to tell him that i was ready.

i'm head over heels for him, and i can only hope he still feels the same way.

everyday has been a battle with myself.
beating myself up over how gilinsky deserved better than some girl still moping over her ex boyfriend, yet promising to love him soon.

but he was so understanding, so patient with me. it was only a matter of time before i realized that he was and will forever be the only one for me.

i rearrange the bouquet of roses i bought for him. i always told him how cliche it was that roses were his favorite flowers but he only ever chuckled and said that roses are the 'flower of love'. whatever that meant.

i couldn't think of a proper way to do this, to tell him that i love him.

before i could rehearse my lines, he came in.

it was like everyday i seemed to fall more in love with him.

the most gracious, beautiful man to ever exist.
with the goofiest smile ever.

"hey brooke. what's going on?" he asked with that exact smile creeping onto his face.

"uhm, nothing. just bought you a couple of roses to show how much i appreciate you." i say.

"a couple? baby, i think you bought the whole store." he says with a chuckle.

i start blushing.

"but regardless, i love them." he says.

he comes closer to me and for a second, i think he's gonna kiss me.

but instead, he leans over to smell the roses.

"but why'd you buy them?" he says near my ear.

"uhm i- i don't know. actually, today's the 6 month anniversary of when you asked me to move in with you and the 9 month anniversary of the day you-" i trail off.

"oh, yeah." he just says.

"uhm i. well i should get going, the fridge is pretty empty and we need dinner, ya know." i ramble on.

i mentally slap myself for not telling him how i feel. i left him there, and he looked kind of hurt.

before i can really go far, i feel him grab my wrist and pull me to him.

i gasp as he holds onto my wrists and brings his eyes down to meet mine.

"is that the only reason you bought me a whole houseful of roses?" he says with a smirk forming.

"yes. actually, no. i love you." i spit out.

he lets go of my wrists and looks at me, stunned.

"you- you love me?" he asks.

i step back.

"i- yes. and it's okay if you don't, i mean i made you wait so long and if there's someone else you really like, i say go for it. but i just wanted to let you know that i love you more than anything and i'm ready but like you don't have to-" he cuts my rambling off by pressing his lips to mine.

this is it. this is all i've wanted.

nothings ever felt so right before.

he rests his forehead on mine and lets out a sigh.

"i've loved you everyday for the past 9 months and i promise i'll continue loving you till we're grey and old."

i let out a small laugh.

"i don't think you should be promising things this far in advance."

he chuckles.

"there's no way on earth that i could ever stop loving you. i swear"