3.

For the next three months after Jake started, our friendship progressed a lot. We became best of friends. Stayed at one another's houses, slept in the same bed, just friendly stuff like that. As much as I wanted to kiss him, I never found the courage to, afraid that he would reject it completely and our friendship ends with that fatal accident. I knew that one day; I would not be a coward and kiss him.

So, it was the last day of sophomore year, and Jake and I already had started planning our first summer together. We had decided to drive for three hours to go camping in a national park.

"Jake are you sure you want to drive the whole time? It's a pretty long time," I was always thoughtful when it came to him.

"Sydney, I'm sure, stop trying to get me out of driving," we always fought over who would drive. I seemed to never win!

We drove forever it seemed. Sitting there, listening to music and, jamming out. We talked about dumb things that didn't even matter to the normal person. We told stories of our past that most people didn't even know. Best friends had a whole new meaning to me.

Finally we arrived right before dusk. I felt bad for Jake's car. In order for us to get into the park, he had to put that ugly sticker on the window, but than again it gave it class. At least it said that we've been somewhere.

"I'll unpack the bags and coolers an--" he cut me off.

"And I'll put up the text, maybe even in record time," he looked at me with his vibrant smile.

Well, he did achieve his goal. Jake got the tent up and bed all before the sun went down. The fire was started and the marsh mellows were out and ready to be roasted.

"Aren't the stars pretty?" when Jake asked me that, I was in complete aw.

"Yes, they are," I looked over at him. He was starring up at the sky, the muscles and veins in his neck showed; I felt as if I could ripe them apart. "Well, I think I'm going to go and lay down for a bit, it was a long day."

"Oh okay, I'll probably be in after the fire goes down a little," the way the fire lit up his face was beautiful. I wish he was mine.

I went and laid down and just started to text. After about 10 minutes into texting, I heard a crackling fire, and then the zipper started to go up. Obviously it was Jake.

"You awake?"

"Yeah, I'm just on the phone."

"I thought we weren't going to bring phones?"

"Oh wow, I'm sorry! It's going off right now!" I really was sorry, we Jake and I hung out, and phones all went off.

"Oh Sydney," he smiled.

"What?" what was he "oh Sydney-ing" me about?

"You're so gullible sometimes, it's funny," by that time he was lying next to me. His breathing was medium, his hair shined from the moon's light. How could one boy be so beautiful?

"Oh, so you weren't serious about the phone and stuff right?"

"No, I wasn't. Good night," he closed his eyes. In a matter of 10 minutes he was sleeping soundly. I brought out my phone and took a picture, just so I could remember this moment.

"What are you doing?" oh gosh! He was up!

"Ha! Oh, nothing," oh dear, I was blushing.

"I don't believe that, what are you doing? Let me see your phone you silly goose!" at the time he got on top of me and was wrestling for the phone. This moment was what I've always dreamt of. "Sydney?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever kissed a guy before?" Was he serious!? Silence filled the tent as he still had both arms on each side of my arms, making it impossible for me to escape. "Hmm, I really take that as a no."

"So? I'm not like Super Sexually Active Girl, I have a plan."

"Who does that plan consist of?"