I sat on the swing the next day in a pair of white sweats with paint stains on them and another Purdue sweatshirt.
I put my head in my hands and groaned. Did I really tell I Jason I love him last night?
Taking my head out of my out of my hands, I looked at my pants. A small smile came on my face.
(FLASHBACK)
I slumped on my floor and sighed. 'This room is too big,' I thought.
"Need help?' a voice asked. I spun around on the floor. I wasn't paying attention and knocked over a can of red paint on me and the floor. He laughed.
My face probably resembled a tomato. "It wasn't that funny," I muttered.
A hand appeared in front of me. I stared at it. "I'm not gonna bite ya know?" he said and I laughed before grabbing his hand.
He pulled me up and I stumbled into his chest. I looked up into his dark brown eyes for a few moments. He stared back into my blue eyes. Finally I took a step back and cleared my throat.
"So Jason, did I hear you mention help earlier?" I said with a smirk. "Because if you did then you are in for some work," I told him. Jason shrugged his shoulders and went to grab a paintbrush.
"Wait a minute," I shouted. Jason froze and looked at me. A smile covered my face as I inched towards him with a paintbrush behind my back. As soon as I got to him he stood straight up and I heard him take in a breath. "Your too clean," I told him and flung paint at him. That was all it took to start a paint fight.
(END FLASHBACK)
I don't know how long I spaced out but all of a sudden I felt a pair of hands push me higher on the swing.
Looking back at who was pushing me my eyes widened. It was Jason.
I quickly turned around and closed my eyes tightly hoping it was a dream. I opened them and looked back again to see that it wasn't a dream.
Planting my feet down on the ground made the swing stop so I could stand up and turn around to face him.
He was still in his clothes from last night, a dark pink shirt with a pair of jeans. It also seemed like he didn't sleep at all last night.
"Hi," I whispered. "Hey," Jason said.
I took a deep breath and tried to avoid his gaze. I didn't last long before looking up into his brown eyes.
"Did you mean it?" he finally asked me. I saw some hope in his eyes when he asked.
Deciding to play dumb I answered "What are you talking about?"
Jason kicked the ground in anger. "You know what I mean. Do you love me or not. I want to know now," he said angrily. He turned away from me and I heard a sound come him that sounded like sob.
"Yes I do," I told him. "I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. Around you I feel like I'm going to be sick but then I realize that its just the butterflies in my stomach. I can't help loving you. I've never felt this and I'm scared because my heart has broken before plenty of times and if I do date you then I'm scared that if it does break that it won't be able to repair itself."
At the end of what I said I noticed that I was crying and that he was facing me.
He took two steps towards me and wrapped me in a hug.
I sobbed into his chest and listened to his words.
"Anya. I won't hurt you. I love you too. I kinda have for a while but I couldn't tell you because you were with Shane and I thought that you thought I was dumb or just your best friend," he told me.
"Your blushing aren't you," I told him. I laughed when I felt him nod his head a little.
I looked up into his eyes. "What are we now?" I asked him.
Jason looked into my blue eyes. "Well your birthday is next week and we could throw a party and we could all dress up I mean after all it is your 21st birthday," he said.
I must've look surprised because he laughed. "How did you remember my birthday," I asked him. "I mean my dad wouldn't even remember it."
"I'm not like your dad. I love you and don't forget that," he told me.
"So next week," I said with a grin on my face. He nodded and hugged me before walking away with a smile on his face.
When I thought he was gone I did my embarrassing happy dance and shouted yes.
"SAW THAT," I heard Jason yell to me. I felt my face blush and I walked home with a giant smile on my face.