"Hello, Lemon." Jack smiled, opening the door to his apartment.
I smiled back and walked in. Gosh, I loved that smile. It was like a squint. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, and it was kind of a smirk, really. It's not the only thing I love about him - there's way too many to list. The way he says my name, his hair (oh, that hair!), his musky, rich scent...ugh. But I'd never dare admit this to him, of course. So instead, I tried my best to act normal, and continue our conversation and lives as if I've never had any feelings for him.

"So, what's up? Do you want to do anything before we go to lunch?"
"No, not really." Jack's smirk disappeared, and he wouldn't look me in the eye, as his rough hands grabbed mine and lead me to his soft, black cushy sofa. "Let's stay inside, hm?" he continued. "We could have a drink or two..."

His voice trailed off, and I could tell what - or who - he was thinking about. But I avoided asking him about her. She'd caused enough heartbreak anyway. Avery. Although around him I appeared happy, I truly was worried about Jack. Avery had been kidnapped by Kim Jong-Un for a while now, and it was getting to him, naturally. He didn't crave my company, he was just trying to fill the whole she left. And no matter how much I wanted to be able to, I couldn't. I'm nothing compared to Avery. I'm nothing compared to anyone. She's got fantastic blonde hair. She's spunky, and sassy, and smart and sultry. And I'm boring, brunette and bland. But dying my hair, taking hip hop dance classes and becoming suddenly interested in politics was not going to make Jack love me, no matter how much I wished it would.

"Jack, I'm not a business exec." I returned from my daydream. "And look, I need to go if we're not doing anything." A million and one thoughts clouded my mind - TGS, going to the gym, dieting, the latest episode of Top Chef, Jenna...I was so busy all the time, and truly, it was inconvenient. The amount of times he had asked me out somewhere and I'd been busy, ugh, so many wasted opportunities.

A shock broke from another one of my daydreams. Jack had my arm. It didn't feel comfortable, to say at the least.

"Lemon. Don't go."
"But Jack-"
"Please...Liz. Italian? Fast food? Your pick." He pleaded, almost.
"Jack, it's not that...it's just that..." I stopped my sentence there, not wanting to have him face the truth.
"What?"
"Well...you're kind of using me to replace Avery. And I just can't fill that void in your life, it's precious. I know you miss her, and you can't help it, but you've got to stop this. You can't keep asking me over like this, on a whim. I'm sorry, Jack." It really hurt to break it to him, but I had to break it to myself, as well. What I wanted was not at all what Jack also wanted. He wanted Avery, whereas all I, Liz Lemon wanted, was him.

"I'm really sorry you feel that way, Lemon. I'll try not to reach out to my friends in situations like this in the future, thankyou." Jack spat cruelly. And as he did, there was a cold silence filling the air, in which I regretted my choice of words, and in which I reluctantly decided to be the good friend, for some reason.

"Come on then...do you want to grab Chinese?"