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"Roller-Coaster ride"

"Oh my god!" She shouted, enthusiastically. "I know…" I said, still stunned.

Two days ago, he told me that he loves me. Well, not really 'told' told, but he said it!

The bad thing about it was that, of course, we're back to the avoiding thing. Besides a 'hi' when I 'hi' him or a 'bye' when I 'bye' him or giving me coffee, we don't communicate. It seems like he's avoiding eye contact with me at all cost.

I was sitting in Kim's Antiques with Lane. Her mother gave us 7 minutes to talk. We're lucky, usually we only get 5.

"He actually said 'I love you' and 'Rory' at the same sentence?" She asked. She knew the answer, but it really was a shock. "Yeah." I said, letting it sink in. Again. "And then he just walked away?" Lane asked. Couldn't she have asked that question in a more subtle way? "Yeah" I responded as pained expression began to build on my face. I think Lane noticed. "Oh, I'm sor…" she began saying, but I just lifted my hand, motioning her to stop. I shook my head. "It's okay," I said, trying to erase that expression off my face.

A tap was heard. Both Lane and me looked towards the isle, where Mrs. Kim was standing. "3 minutes" she declared, and then walked away. I looked at Lane again, a moment before she looked at me. "So?" she asked. I gave her a confused glance. "So what?" "What are you going to do about it?" she asked.

To Lane, my life is like a reality show. She always loves hearing about what's happening with my love life, or with mom and me. It keeps her entertained.

Wait… What am I going to do about it? "I was thinking about asking him." I said. I was. Lane looked confused. "I thought you said he was avoiding you." She said. He was. "Well, not when I ask for coffee." I said. "But he just hands you coffee." She said. Hmm. "More like places it on the counter and walks away, actually." I said and shrugged. "I thought that if I could get him while he's serving the coffee…" "Than you might get to ask him." Lance completed. "Yeah." I said, confirming. "Do you think it will work?" I asked her. "Try and you shall find out." Lane said, offering a little smile.

There was a tap again. "Time over. Lane – Homework!" Mrs. Kim came, shouted and disappeared. Before I could respond, Lane walked over and threw her arms around me. "Good luck." She whispered in my ear. I hugged her back and replied with a "Thanks".

"LANE!!" Mrs. Kim shouted. Lane pulled out of the hug and started running upstairs while waving to me. I took my backpack off the chair and started walking out, towards my house.

I was standing near the door of my house. It's the 6th time that I'm debating if to stay in or to go out. After 5 times in which I have walked out and walked back in, I don't know what to do anymore.

I want to talk to him. I need to talk to him. I need to know if he meant what he said.

But I'm scared. I'm scared that he'll say that he didn't mean it. I'm scared that he'll say that he meant it.

I opened the door again. I took a deep breath and started walking outside. Then I stopped. I looked back. I wanted to go back in, but I decided otherwise. I took a deep breath. I just closed the door behind me and kept walking towards the diner.

I kept thinking about what to say, what to do. How to get him to talk to me. How to get him to look at me. What if she's there? Ignore or walk away?

Before I could notice, I was there. I was standing outside of Luke's. The diner wasn't half crowded. Luke wasn't there, but gladly, he was. She was there too, but I decided to ignore that little fact. I don't need to think about her. I have enough on my mind already.

I walked in. That familiar chime echoed inside the diner, causing most of the costumers to turn their heads at me.

Including them. They were sitting on one of the tables. He got up and walked over to the counter as he saw me. He was still avoiding me. I knew it.

I walked over to the counter as well. I leaned my hands on it and looked at him, but he wouldn't look at me. "Coffee?" He asked, turning around to take a cup. "We need to talk." I said. "Would you like a Danish with that?" He asked while filling the cup with coffee. "Jess…" I started. "We only have chocolate-chip and blueberry, though." He said while placing the cup on the counter, looking on it. "Jess!" I thumped my hands on the counter, giving Jess one of my serious glares. I didn't really care if he's not looking at me.

He sighed and looked at me. "What?" he asked, his tone of voice mixed with pain and irritation. "We need to talk." I repeated. "There's nothing to talk about." He said, lowering his head. "I think there is." I said. "There isn't." He protested. I think we both knew that there is something to talk about. There's a whole lot to talk about. He looked down at the counter as I just looked at him.

"Did you mean it?" I asked, softly. I wished he'd say he did. "What?" he asked, looking at me yet again. "When you said it. Did you mean it?" I asked, anxious to know already, but not wanting to be disappointed yet again. He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. I gazed back. I love his eyes. You can get lost inside them.

His eyes reflected pain. Honesty. Fear. Things I never expected them to reflect. His eyes moved. His face moved. He was nodding. Was he nodding? He was nodding!

"I meant it." He said. He meant it. He meant it! Oh, god! He meant it!

I was happy. I stopped thinking. I got lost. Lost in his eyes, lost in my mind. I felt like I was in a roller-coaster ride. I was swirling and I couldn't stop. I felt like my heart was going out, exposing itself to the world. My mouth opened. On its own. I felt my throat struggling. It wanted to talk. "I…" I said, though it was hardly hearable. I felt like I was choking. "I…" I tried to say again. Oh, god. Am I about to tell him that I love him too?

As soon as I realized what I was doing, I broke the eye connection and looked down. I can't say it. Not now.

I looked at him one more time. I nodded. It was more overwhelming than I expected it to be. I turned and walked away, leaving him behind to struggle with his own thoughts.

He loves me. I love him. I love him… Wow. I almost admitted it. To him. In public. He knows what I feel, but actually telling him… Wow. He loves me. He meant it.

So, he loves me. I love him. What do we do now?