by Emma Rose
I heard the door crack open and Jemma walked out in a pair of blue lounge shorts and a Beatles tee-shirt. It was a funny thing. It didn't matter what she was wearing. She still looked just as beautiful to me.
She gave me a strange look, "What are you doing?" she asked but her voice trailed off when she saw the letter in my hand.
She smiled at me sweetly, "Oliver, I have to admit something..."
"What is it?" I asked, concerned.
Jemma started playing with her hands nervously, "Here's the thing," she mumbled before taking a pause, "I saw your, your note in the car this morning and I'm sorry, but I was curious and I read it and Oliver, Ollie, it was the most beautiful thing I ever read. And I want to take back the promise we made. I want us to be able to be more than friends if we want. It's just that when I'm around you, I don't feel invisible anymore. You make me feel known and seen like no one else ever could. And, I guess, I ruined your moment, didn't I?"
I grinned. Here I was all nervous to pour my heart out to a girl who already knew it and already loved it. "No," I said, "You didn't ruin the moment at all. I think I would like to become more than friends with you, Jemma."
For a moment, we just stood awkwardly in the hallway looking at each other and loving what we saw.
"Hey, Ollie?" Jemma asked.
"Yeah."
"Can we please skip ahead to the part where we kiss now?"
I chuckled. There was something so beautiful in the way Jemma just told me what she was thinking. "Yes, let's skip ahead to that part."
And then we kissed and we knew our lives would never be the same.
About the author:
Emma Rose is an amateur novelist from Pennsylvania. This is her first published work of fiction. You can find her on Twitter, @_EmmaRose_7
