J.M.| More That A Friend (extended)

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I've known my best friend Jonah for a few years now. He's been by my side since the eighth grade. He even stuck by me when I was clad in braces and raggedy old corduroy pants. But that was a while ago, I've grown up and so has he. I can't tell you exactly when I started noticing a bubbling desire to be more than a friend. However, I can tell you about the night that he had realized I was more than his weird best friend.

It was a rainy September evening-the last day of summer before senior year. We were in my basement playing Minecraft, drinking soda pop and drowning and bags of Funyuns. The power had gone out, so we resorted to candles and the battery operated Christmas lights my family had never gotten around to taking down. Blankets were stacked on top of us and laughter filled the room as a Minecraft zombie had appeared out of nowhere and startled Jonah.

"Shut up. I'm not scared, it was just unexpected," he struggled to keep a straight face.

"I have a new nickname for you," my face lit up, "scaredy pants."

Jonah rolled his eyes playfully, "how original."

My hand clutches of pillow off the couch we are perched in front of, and smacks his face with it. Jonah poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek and looked over at me slowly. He carefully put his soda down on the end table and said, "oh it's on."

The pillow fight proceeded to break out resulting in Jonah on top of me, my hands pinned to the floor above my head, and our faces just centimeters apart. The candle light flickering against his face caused bright flamed reflections in his eyes that were peering into mine. They held an expression I had yet to comprehend. He studied my face as if it was his first time looking at me. I suppose he was looking at me in a new light.

Jonah swallowed thickly, his Adams apple bobbing up and back into place.

"Y/n."

"Jonah."

I furrowed my brows, trying to understand why he was acting so strange.

"Would you be mad if I kissed you?" he whispered quizzically.

In that moment, the butterflies caged in my stomach broke free and flew down south. I bit my lip, not knowing what to say from the nerves, so I shook my head. Jonah slowly brought his face closer to mine until our lips brushed. I had never been kissed like this before, it felt so right. His lips carefully molded into mine and applied the lightest pressure as if he was afraid to shatter me.

He pulled away for a moment, and let go of my wrist, dissolving the moment. However I wanted the moment to last, so I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him back down to my lips, where they belong. The kiss was more intense, it felt like we needed it.

That second kiss turned into four kisses, four kisses turned into to making out, and making out turned into him sliding his hands up my shirt, pulling it off.

"Wait," I said, halting him.

He stopped and looked at me, confused.

"I want this to mean something. I don't want to be a one night mistake," I said.

Jonah looked down, "y/n, really? Apparently I haven't made myself clear. I like you, hell, I might even be in love with you. It only took me a while to realize it, but I know now. It's always been you."

"I think I love you too," I smiled.

And just like that, I had gotten the confirmation I needed to take it a step further.

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