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-Jane's POV.-
"I got those little butterflies in my stomach like I was seventeen again." Why the hell did I say that? What the hell was I thinking? My plan didn't exactly go as well as I thought! When I said that, she was not suppose to be happy for me and tell me I was 'love sick', she was suppose to get all weird and tell me how she felt about me. Well, that was how it was suppose to go in my head, anyway.
I know, it sounds horrible, trying to make Maura jealous in hope she will get worked up and tell me how much she loves me, and I know it sounds horrible to use Casey, tug him along and use him to get to Maura, when in reality, I don't really like him all that much. But I'm at wits end! I'm just holding on to this little glimmer of hope, that Maura will get jealous and tell me how that she loves me. Perhaps she doesn't love me. Perhaps it is all just in my head. Perhaps the scenarios I make up in my head, when I tell her how much I love her and she says it back to me, is never actually going to happen. Perhaps I should just give up my glimmer of hope, I mean, it's not like she loves me back, right?
-Maura's POV.-
"I got those little butterflies in my stomach like I was seventeen again." It kills me, not literally of course, metaphorically, to see Jane talk about some one else like that, someone who's not me. I hate how she releases epinephrine, draws blood away from her stomach and sends it to her muscles, or as some people say 'gets butterflies', because of him! I should be the one who causes 'butterflies' to form in her stomach.
Yes, I should be. Not Casey. ME. I groaned in despair, throwing me head back and twirling my hair. "What am I going to do, Bass?" I asked my tortoise. "You're right; I have to talk to her." I sighed, "But what do you hypothesize that I say to her? 'Hi, Jane. I am in love with you and I despise seeing you with Casey, because I believe it is I who should be the one to make you happy. That's all I wanted to say, goodbye.' No, I couldn't very well say that, could I? Although, maybe I could."
-Jane's POV.-
My eyes were still locked on my phone, like they had been for the past 5 minutes, should I call Maura? But what am I suppose to say, 'Hey, Maur. I am in love with you and just used Casey to get to you.' "Oh, that'll do down real well!" I said to myself sarcastically, shaking my head. * Knock, knock, knock! * I hear at my door. It's 10:30 at night, who the hell could it be? Probably ma, wanting to re organize my cupboards or something. I sighed, walking over to the door and peering into the peep hole; Maura. I smiled, opening the door. I always catch myself smiling when I see her, and I actually do get butterflies in my stomach when ever she's around.
"Maura, hi." I said uncertainly, "What are you doing her at 10:30?"
"It's actually 10:36, but that is not the point. Can I come in?" She said, she sounded nervous.
"Sure…" We sat down on the couch. "You're starting to scare me, is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine… It's just, well." She looked down at the ground, "I uh – wanted to tell you something."
"Yeah? What's that?" I said, my brain was practically on fire with idea's of what she was going to say.
"Well, the news you are about to receive could be shocking or even stressing. Don't see this news as a threat to our friendship, please? Whenever you perceive a threat, imminent or imagined, your limbic system immediately responds-"
"Maura!" I snapped, "You talking Google is threatening." I chuckled, "Just tell me." I was beginning to get worried, what could threaten our friendship?
"Jane – I – I am in love."
"Oh…" Oh god! What if it's Tommy? Maybe that's what she means be threatening our relationship! OH GOD! I felt something break inside, something physically hurt.
I bit back the tears, "With who?"
"It's 'whom', and the answer is – you. I am in love with you, Jane."
Suddenly the hurting stopped and I felt myself grin.
-Maura's POV.-
"It's 'whom', and the answer is – you. I am in love with you, Jane."
I looked up at Jane, who had a wide grin on her face and before I knew it, her lips were on mine. She wrapped her hands around my waist, and instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her neck. I parted my lips, and she slid her tongue into my mouth, I could feel her smile as we kissed. We kissed passionately for a minute of two, before air became necessary and we broke apart. I smiled sheepishly at Jane, and she gave me a beautiful, crooked grin, "I love you too, Maura." She sighed happily, before I recaptured her lips with mine.
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