Such emotion racked my senses, Slick was tender, he was sweet, but he wasn't the person whose touch sent shivered down my spine, whose very presence set me to edge and made me feel safe at the same time.

He wasn't Spot.

I let Slick carry on for a few more seconds, letting him savor whatever comfort he found in my lips, hair, and back. When he tried to push entry into my mouth with his tongue however, I backed away from him slowly, pushing him away with my hands on his chest.

"No Slick, all I promised was a chance to kiss me, nothing else," I let my voice carry a soft dominant tone, one that warned him subtly that this was as far as things would go.

"But you feel so good Jade, you're so perfect to me," he tried to convince me to go back to his arms, but I would not be so easily persuaded.

"Listen Slick, I don't feel that way about you, you are one of my best friends?and I swear that if I felt even the slightest spark of attraction towards you, I would dive right back into your arms the second I could. But I didn't, all I felt was you, comforting and comfortable you, someone I feel safe with," I paused to look him in his eyes, which were burning slowly with an easily perceived pain. But I couldn't do anything to help, he would get over me, and until he did, I would avoid him.

"I love Spot, I'm so sorry William," and with that last proclamation and repetition of my feelings, I leaned forward, and kissed his cheek. Taking one last look at my broken hearted friend, I sighed and walked to the door, pausing for one more second.

"I never meant to hurt you."

A soft, "I know," was the only reply. I nodded my head, and left the room.

I shut the door quietly and leaned my back onto it for support. I felt like banging my head against a wall.

So I did.

Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you

Where was I going to go now? The only thought that made sense was go to see if Spot was still awake, we had some things to talk about now.

I ceased and desisted from banging my head against the nearest wall and dizzily climbed my way up the steps to Spots own private room that I had descended already that night twice.

Sighing for what seemed the hundredth time that night, I opened the door to Spots room.

I could see through the room with the moonlight flooding in the small space. And there he was, sleeping silently on the one bed, curled into the cutest little ball. He must have been the sweetest looking seventeen year old I had ever seen while sleeping.

He looked like an angel, and even though he was unconscious, he still held the presence of a leader, which all but dissipated when I noted that he was drooling lightly on his pillow. I smiled widely at this notice, and giggled softly.

But simply put, I found him to be the most breath taking?adorable creature I'd ever laid eyes on. And I knew now with extreme certainty, I loved him?to the point past insanity, because lets face it, love is never rational.

Love is crazy, love is wild, love is never ending and strong, it knows no bounds of selflessness, of pain, of endurance. Love is pure.

My love was pure, it was endless, it was constant, and it was real. My one last thought of doubt as I sat on the bed to wake him, was that maybe? he didn't feel the same way towards me. But then as that thought entered, so did another, the second over powering the first, telling me that even if he didn't, he deserved to know that someone cared for him like this?even if it was unrequited in the end.

So many people everyday find unrequited love, and they lived on, and so would I, if the situation called for it. I could go on living without him feeling the same. It would hurt, but I would live.

I want a moment to be real,
Wanna touch things I don't feel,
Wanna hold on and feel I belong.
And how can they say I never change
They're the ones that stay the same.
I'm the one now,
'Cause I'm still here.

I would live on, because I had to. The world didn't stop moving because someone else didn't feel the same way for me.

Shaking my head, I stopped thinking of how I would have to move on if he didn't feel the same, and lightly grabbed his arm to wake him.

In a split second, my position on the bed was completely rotated, and suddenly I was wedged between the bed, and a deliciously warm body.

"What the f?" was all I could get out of my mouth before it was crushed to warm pliable lips above me. Moving quickly, begging me to respond. And I gave in, I was so weak to the pleasures of the body.

It was so?

Back to you
It always comes around
Back to you
I tried to forget you
I tried to stay away
But it's too late

It was heaven and hell at the same time.

Heaven, that I was in touch with the most invigorating feeling I'd ever experienced, such close proximity to this person was intoxicating.

Hell, because we were so close, but not nearly enough skin on skin. Warm, soft, supple skin.

It felt like I was dying, but that I realized, was because I was running out of oxygen.

I reached up and pulled his face away from mine with my left hand, because my right hand was rather crushed under my back from when Spot had flipped me over.

After I pulled back from Spot for a few seconds to catch my breath, I finally spoke.

"What the fuck was that for? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but damn," I said with as much emphasis as possible on the not complaining part, because I surely was quite happy with his certain style, even if it did leave a girl wanting? wanting more that is.

I felt rather than saw his shrug, "It just felt right I guess. That, and when you left last time, you wouldn't let me, so I figured I'd pay you back."

Mentally, I made a note in my head to do things for him to pay me back more often.

I kicked myself psychologically in the head for letting my thoughts stray. We still had things to talk about.

"Spot, I have something I came to tell you," I stated rather bluntly and opened my mouth to tell him everything I knew.

"Wait," he stopped me from saying anything by pressing a soft finger to my lips, still tingling from when we'd kissed.

"I have something I want to tell you first, I tried to tell you before, but you left."

I nodded, letting him know I was going to allow him to continue uninterrupted, for the most part at least.

"I lied to you before," No shit Sherlock, keep going pretty boy.

"Secret and I aren't together anymore, and I'm sorry for lying to you."

Ok, this was a good start, he's starting to come clean. But I waited to see how far his truthful streak would go.

"Secret broke up with me last night because I said something that she didn't appreciate, and it wasn't really my fault though. It was a reflex so to speak."

My eyes widened at this, a reflex to call out another girl's name during copulation? How strange. How? disturbing. But I let him continue, we'd talk about that later.

"She broke up with me, and I didn't know how I was supposed to feel. I felt a little heart broken, cause I really did like her?as a person" he added when he saw my eye brow lift in question.

"Well, I was a little unhappy, but there was also this unbelievable feeling of being free, and I felt so full of opportunity after that. I didn't know why at the time, all I knew was, that I felt better than I had in a year. So I went to Manhattan this morning to see you and tell you what had happened. But when I saw you that morning? something in me just?clicked you could say. Because it's you Jade, you're the reason I felt free, because I wanted to be with you. Because? I lo?care about you."

So, that was actually a pretty truthful confession, and my heart swelled when I heard him confess that he 'cared' about me, I suppose that's as close to telling me he loved me as he was going to go while he didn't know how I felt towards him.

I understood his trepidation to admit his feelings?but I could see it in his eyes, the way he was looking at me right now, I could see his soul again, and it was begging me to reciprocate.

And all I could do was fulfill that desire. The desire to comfort that boy whose eyes were full of tears, that desire to share my dreams and life with that boy who made me feel comfortable and needed a confidant, that desire to share my love with the boy who finally knew that he loved me back.

So I did. I pulled him back to my body and kissed him with all the emotion I felt that I couldn't put into words.

And when I pulled up for another breath, I puffed into his ear gently?"I love you Spot, and I always have."

I felt his smile on my neck, and I knew?that from now on, things would be better.

Slick's heart would heal.

Sterly would go to hell (hopefully), where the devil would promptly kick her in the ass, repeatedly, for good measure.

Jack would learn his lesson with Sterly for cheating on me by in turn being cheated on by Sterly as well.

And me and Spot you ask?

Well we learned our lessons too.

We learned that love isn't always complicated, its just the life that goes with it that is, but we learned to make that simple too.

We learned that telling the truth to each other was hard, but that it also was necessary if we were to continue to trust and care.

Spot actually learned later on in our relationship that I knew everything he'd confessed beforehand, and I learned that he actually didn't have sex with Secret. (cheer)

As for Spot and I on that subject, well? that's my little secret from you (smirk), but I guess you can imagine it for yourselves if you want.

But in the end, I guess we all figured, that life?was good, no matter which side of the bed you were on.

The End.