André's POV

I had done my best to avoid the others this day, especially Beck. I really sucked at keeping my feelings in control. Luckily, avoiding him had been easy. He had seemed preoccupied by something else, I didn't know what. Normally I would have done my part at trying to find out what was bothering him and try to help him, but a thought kept nagging me: That maybe it was because of Jade. I felt guilty. I shook my head. No, I shouldn't feel guilty. They broke up, and that wasn't my fault.

I grabbed my laptop and sat down in a chair. I logged on to TheSlap and looked to see if there was any notifications. Then I looked at Jade's profile. I started looking through the pictures of her. In most of the photos she was with Beck. Beck still had his photo gallery called 'Beck and Jade'. There was a photo of them kissing. I quickly moved on to the next photo. Why didn't he delete this gallery?

I opened the video I had uploaded of her singing okay. Her voice was deep and sultry. She looked so beautiful when she sat there singing, with her eyes closed, a calm expression on her face. You could tell that she loved singing just by looking at her. She dreamed of being an actor, but she could definitely make it as a singer as well if she wanted to. She could also make it as a scriptwriter, she was crazy talented. And beautiful.

I shook my head. Why was I obsessing over her all of sudden? I hadn't talked to her ever since the incident in the janitors closet. I felt very guilty about it. Beck was my best friend and here I was kissing his ex-girlfriend and obsessing over her. Well, it seemed as if she regretted it. After kissing me she had just left me, and had avoided me since that. I had been very confused, I just sat there for 45 minutes. I guess I could understand why she had kissed me, it must have seemed like I was hitting on her, when she was being all vulnerable. I felt like a bad person, and at the same time I kept telling myself that I shouldn't feel like a bad person. She kissed me. Not the other way around. But I had kissed back. And it did take two people to kiss. This was very confusing. Perhaps I should talk with her about it. But maybe she didn't want to talk about it. What if she didn't want to talk to me ever again? What would I do then? I didn't want to lose her. We might not have seemed like best friends, but people who know Jade also knows that she never acts like people are her friends, but I knew she liked me, she had said that herself and that alone meant a lot. I also cared a lot for her, although I did tease her a lot, and I always tried to make her jealous when she was with Beck. I guess that all this time I had just wanted them to end it so I could be with her. I had never stopped loving her. That was why all my relationships went wrong. This situation sucked.

I went over to my keyboard and started playing 365 Days, singing softly. Then I stopped. I started playing again. No song in particular. Just played out my feelings. Maybe I should write her another song. Writing songs was always very therapeutic for me. Suddenly my phone vibrated. I stood up and grabbed it from my bed. It was a text message. I opened it.

From: Jade

Can I come over?

I stared at the text message, my heart was pounding. Jade wanted to come over. Over to my place. I decided to text back. What should I write? "Sure!" That sounded too carefree. I wanted to sort this mess out, and that wasn't carefree.

"Yes, I have something I wanna talk to you about." That sounded way too serious. As if someone died, or if you wanted to break up with your girl.

"Yes, you may." That just didn't sound like me. When did texting get so difficult?

To: Jade

Yeah you can.

I sent the text and waited for an answer. My heart was racing. Maybe she wasn't going to text back. Maybe she would just suddenly be standing outside my house hammering on the door. I threw myself onto my bed. Then I heard someone ring the bell. I quickly got up. I had to get to the door before my mom did. I was just about to walk out of my room when I looked at my computer screen. I still had Jade's theslap page open. I closed the page and turned off my computer. Then I went out to open the door. My mom was already letting Jade in. I stopped in the door frame and looked at Jade as she took off her boots. My mom told her that she had just cleaned. My mom yelled my name, while still looking at Jade, not realising that I was in the room. Jade looked up at me and gave me a little smile.

"Hi." she said to me. My mom looked at me.

"Oh, André if you were right there you could've said something." my mom said. I couldn't get myself to talk, I just looked at Jade. She walked towards me and stood beside me.

"Uh, mom, we'll be in my room." I said. My mom nodded and went into the kitchen. I led Jade towards my room. Just before opening my door I warned her:

"I didn't know I'd get company today so my room's kinda messy."

She didn't say anything, she just smiled at me. We went into my room. She looked around as I closed the door. I led her to my chair.

"Sit down." I said. And regretted it, when realising how bossy it sounded. "Or don't. You decide. You can sit on the bed as well if you wanna."

"The bed'll do." she said and sat down. I sat down beside her, trying not to sit too close to her. We didn't say anything for a long time. She looked down, and I looked at her. Then she looked up at me.

"I'm really sorry for what happened the other day." I said. "I don't want you to think that I was coming on to you or something, I just... I just wanted you to know..." She put her hand over my mouth, shushing me.

"It's OK." she said softly. I kept looking at her. She was so beautiful. I was glad that she said it was OK. But did that mean she liked me, or did it mean she wanted us to forget it and keep being friends? She didn't say anything. She just looked at me, awaiting some sort of answer or reaction. What did I say? My feelings were driving me insane. I decided to tell her the truth.

"Listen, Jade, I... Don't know how to say this... I'm not sure if you want us to just be friends, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you these last couple of days."

"I know." she said. I looked surprised at her. She knew? "I needed some time to think. I guess since kissing you made me feel so much better, and since I haven't been able to get you of my mind either, it must be because I don't want us to be friends. Maybe we should try being more." She looked down. I was too overwhelmed to say anything at first. Then I put a hand on the side of her face, turning it towards me, and kissed her.