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"Okay, well I'm just going to come out and say it. I think I'm in love with you," Jason spoke with his eyes locked on Kimberly.
Kimberly's eyes widened at hearing the words come out of Jason's mouth. The words 'I think I'm in love with you' were echoing through her mind. She didn't know how to react to that. She and Jason were JUST best friends, nothing more.
"Um, Kim. Do you maybe want to say something?" Jason asked, "Or maybe just nod your head or something to make sure you didn't go into a coma on me?" He laughed awkwardly, his eyes shifting from her to various things around the room.
Kimberly just kept staring at him with her eyes almost bulging out of her head now. She then blinked her eyes a couple of times. "Yeah, sorry," Kimberly started to say, bringing Jason's attention and eyes back onto her. "You think you're in love with me?" she asked.
Jason looked at her directly in her eyes and nodded.
"Are you just trying to get into my pants?" Kimberly accused, "Because, seriously, that is low, even for you. You do not under any circumstances tell a girl you love her, unless you're one hundred percent in love with her."
"Okay, to start off," Jason said, "I said I THINK I'm in love with you. And second of all, of course I want to get into your pants but-"
He was interrupted by Kimberly smacking him across his face. "Seriously, Jason? What the fuck?" Kimberly practically screeched, "You need to get the hell out of my house!"
"No! Wait, you didn't let me finish," Jason said as Kimberly tried to push him off her bed, "Please, just let me finish." He pleaded, even bringing his hands together in front of his chest.
"Fine," she said through gritted teeth, "But you better make it fast, and it better be good."
"Thank you," he sighed, "Okay. Yes, I did say I wanted to get into your pants, but I mean come on, I'm a guy! You're like the hottest chick at our school, every guy wants to get into your pants, but-"
"Seriously Jase? Not making anything better," Kimberly interrupted him once again.
"Please, just let me finish," he said, and when she stayed quiet he continued, "As I was saying, I didn't say that I thought I was in love with because I want to, well, you know. I said it because it's the truth. I do think I'm in love with you. I know that I at least like you way more than I should like you, seeing as we're just supposed to be best friends. I've felt this way for so long now and I just can't hold it back anymore. Okay, now I'm finished."
"Jason, I don't know if I can believe you or not," Kimberly said, "You said that you've felt this way for so long, yet you've been constantly hooking up with different girls."
"Yeah," Jason started, "That's actually a long story."
"Well," Kimberly said, "We've got nothing but time right now. Let's hear it."
Jason took a deep breath and started speaking, "Okay, just please don't think I'm an idiot after saying this. It started about a year ago when I wanted to ask you to the Junior Prom, but stupid Tommy had already asked you and you agreed. I talked to Zack about my problems of how I liked you but you didn't like me and he suggested I should "get with" as many girls as possible to try and make you jealous. And one year later, here we are."
Kimberly sat there, looking at Jason with her mouth hanging slightly open. She then began to talk, "That is the most stupid thing I have ever heard! I'm not even sure I believe that stupid story!"
"Seriously. It's the truth!" Jason said, "You have to believe me."
Kimberly sighed, "Okay, you just have to give me a second to process all of this."
They sat on her bed for a couple of minutes in silence while Kimberly thought about all she had just heard come out of her best friend's mouth.
"So was it supposed to be one of those 'you always want what you can't have' type of things?" she asked him.
"Yeah, pretty much," Jason said while nodding his head, "So does this mean you believe me?"
"As crazy as it sounds, I actually do believe you," Kimberly stated, "And I have to tell you, it kind of worked. I do get jealous when I would see you kiss other girls and hear you talk about all of your one-night stands and not just because of that reason I gave you earlier."
Jason smiled, "So, does this mean that you like me too?"
Kimberly nodded back with a smile, "Yeah, that's what it means."
Jason smiled so hard he thought he was going to crack his face. Then, without saying a word, he crashed his lips onto hers and kissed her with everything he had. She was shocked for a moment but then began to kiss him back with just as much excitement as he was putting into the kiss.
He parted her lips with his tongue and ran it across her teeth, asking for her permission to enter her mouth. She gladly gave him the permission and opened her mouth with a moan, letting him explore her mouth.
By this point they were laying down on her bed, with Jason's body hovering above hers, trying not to crush her petite body with his muscular one. They kept making out for several minutes, only breaking away to catch their breath, but continuing soon after. Right after they started their make out session for about the umpteenth time, Jason gave into the behavior he was so used to and slipped his hand up her shirt and gave her breast a gentle squeeze.
Unfortunately for him, this was not the way Kimberly wanted their night to go. After she felt his hand squeeze her breast, she broke the kiss and simultaneously pushed him off of her and slapped him across face for the second time that night.
The force of her push caused him to fall off the bed and fall flat on his back on the carpet floor. He got up quickly and sat back on the bed, making sure he was out of Kimberly's smacking distance. He then noticed that Kimberly was already in a sitting position.
"Okay. Now what the hell was that about?" Jason asked angrily.
"You're seriously asking me that question?" Kimberly replied just as angry, if not angrier, than Jason.
"Yeah, I am," Jason replied, calmer than before, "We were making out just fine, well more than just fine. It was pretty amazing, but that's not the point right now. We were making out and then you go all psycho on me and push me off the bed!"
"Yeah, we were making out, and then you put your hand up my shirt!" Kimberly shrieked at him.
"So what?" Jason asked, oblivious as to why she was so angry.
"So what?" she mocked him, "So I'm not just one of those sluts that you fuck after meeting them that same night!"
"Of course you're not!" Jason responded, "Besides, we met more than ten years ago!"
Kimberly groaned in frustration and said, "Are you being intentionally stupid? Or do you think you're being funny?"
Jason opened his mouth to answer, but Kimberly interrupted him, "You know what? I don't even want to hear your answer. I think you should go Jase."
"Whoa, no way in hell am I leaving right now," Jason replied, shocked that she would ask him to leave. He then scooted closer to her and reached to take her hand in his, and when she didn't pull her hand away, he held it in his tightly. "Please tell me why you're angry?" he asked softly.
Kimberly sighed, "Look, we barely told each other about our feelings and you already want to hop into bed? I'm sorry Jason, but you know I'm not that type of girl. I guess I'm not YOUR type of girl."
"You don't have to apologize. I'm the one who should be sorry, and I am sorry for trying to put our relationship, or whatever it is that we have, on fast forward. But what do you mean you're not my type of girl? Of course you are. I told you that I've had feelings for you for a very long time."
Kimberly pulled her hand out of Jason's and said, "Maybe I was your type of girl back then, but I think we would both agree that you are interested in a different kind of girl now. You're obviously really interested in sex, and that is something that you won't get from me anytime soon."
"I told you that I only hooked up with those other girls to try and make you jealous," Jason tried to explain, "You and I don't need to have a sexual relationship."
"I'm not sure I can believe you," Kimberly practically whispered, "Judging by the way you groped me earlier and the comments you made about wanting to get into my pants, you want a sexual relationship."
"Look you want me to be honest, right?" Jason asked her, and continued speaking after she nodded, "It's true, I do want a sexual relationship with you, but I don't need to have one. It's not like I'm addicted to sex or anything!"
"So if the only thing we did was kiss and never did anything else, you'd be okay with that?" Kimberly asked him, watching him closely to see his reaction.
"We'd NEVER do anything else?" Jason asked and quickly regretted asking the question when he saw the look of hurt that came onto Kimberly's face.
"Look, I want a relationship with you. Probably just as badly as just want a relationship with me," Kimberly told him, "But I don't plan on doing anything like that right now, and if we were in a relationship, you might cheat on me to find what you want."
"You're the one for me, Kimberly. I would never do anything like that. What can I do to convince you?" he asked, desperately craving to hear the solution.
Kimberly shrugged her shoulders in an I-don't-know fashion.
"Well I won't sleep around anymore," Jason said, "But then again, that's something obvious."
Kim smiled softly, but didn't say anything.
"Well we're still friends right now, right?" Jason asked her.
"I don't think so," Kimberly replied. She saw the look of confusion on Jason's face and continued, "We're best friends."
With that Jason smiled and pulled her in for a friendly hug and whispered into her ear, "You're the one for me, Kimberly. I'll prove it to you, you'll see."
He pulled away from the hug and kissed her on the cheek. They said goodnight to each other and Jason walked out of her room, determined to do anything he needed to do to prove he was serious about what he told her.