The moment I opened up to her, and she looked at me with those understanding, soft eyes of hers. How I felt so comfortable in her presence. The way she took my hand during our first faux date and played this song against the backdrop of the lookout. Yes, I think it was that early that I was a goner. Even if I hadn’t realised it back then.
Her brows scrunch together, “Our first fake date? That’s so - no it couldn’t have.”
I brush my lips against her nose.
“You introduced me to Sailor Moon that night. How could I not have fallen for you?”
“You’re lying.”
“I’d never lie to you. I couldn’t stop thinking about how your hand felt in mine, even when I tried to deny it. I was like Mr. Darcy.”
She laughs then, and I want to bottle it up so I can listen to it whenever I want. Our bodies sway to the rhythm and more couples have trickled onto the dancefloor. I never take my eyes off of Jaslene.
“I love you,” I murmur.
The sharp intake of her breath is something I’ll never tire of when I remind her of just how strongly my feelings are for her.
“I love you too,” she says, her grin wide.
I lean down and capture her lips in mine, trapped in our own little bubble.
If I’d known that I’d love her this grandly, I would go back in time and hold her close the earliest I could, and never let her go. But it’s okay, because maybe this is how it was all meant to go.
She was meant to hate me, and I was meant to continue provoking her, until we both realised the reason we couldn’t stay away from each other is because we were meant for each other all along. Every single moment - me annoying her endlessly, her yelling at me, her falling for he-who-will-never-be-named, our ruse - they were all little chapters in our story.
Afterall, how do all of Jaslene’s romance movies and books always end?
Oh yeah, that’s right.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End