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Chapter 7 "I'm saying that I'm in love"

The morning sun went through my window, making my eyes flutter open to the sight of the light.

Today I have to talk to him, I thought, as I got up out of the queen size bed. I saw Judy sitting on my computer on her MySpace, messaging Ally and trying to find a new layout.

"Hey." I said to her, walking up behind her, and then sitting on the corner of my bed, with my hair looking like a tumble weed on the top of my head, since I had not brushed it yet.

"You're finally up! I thought you would stay in that bed forever." Judy said, sarcastically as usual.

"I have done a ton of thinking about last night, and about how I feel about James." I said, in a more serious tone than I had ever said anything in my whole life.

"And what did you decide? That he is a great kisser or what?" She asked me, puzzled at how serious I had been the moment before.

"That's just it." I said, "I felt absolutely nothing when he kissed me. Usually, when Dylan kisses me, I feel all these fireworks go off in my head, and a funny feeling in my stomach. But, when I kissed James, I felt none of the above. No stomach turning in circles, and no fireworks. NOTHING." I continued, getting excited about what I was saying.

"So…what are you saying here?" Judy said, not having a clue to what I was talking about at all.

"I'm saying that I am in love. With Dylan Sprouse, not James. That is the way it is supposed to be. I'm taken!" I said, smiling at Judy, finally realizing what I had failed to last night.

"So, how are you going to tell Dylan all of this?" Judy asked me, still so confused.

"I have no clue. But, he has to know. I have to go talk to him, and I mean I have to talk to him NOW." I said, getting up off of the bed, and picking out something to wear.

I changed into fitting jeans, with a loose fitting dark blue shirt that I found hanging up in the back of the closet. I put my hair up in a messy ponytail on the top of my head also.

I really didn't care what I looked like. I was going to get Dylan back and to tell him I still loved him, not going to a fashion show.

I walked out of the house, telling Judy to come with me, since she could talk to Cole.

We walked down a couple streets, and turned a couple corners, and then we finally got to their house.

Hesitantly, I walked up and knocked on the door. I could barely even hear it, so Judy just went ahead and slammed her fist into the door, making a much louder knock.

After a couple seconds, Cole opened the door. "Hey" was all he said to us, and then he asked, "Are you here to talk to Dylan?"

"Yes." I said back to him, worriedly. Then Cole said something I thought he would never say, "Good. Because he has been a wreck without you." That nearly blew me over onto the cement.

"Will you go get him?" I asked, impatiently. "Yah, hold on a sec." He answered, and then yelled "DYLAN!" down the hallway to their room, I know because I've been there. Ha.

A few minutes later, Dylan appeared at the doorway, and gosh it was sooooo awkward.

"Why are you here?" He said to me, a look of sadness on his face. "I'm here to talk to you. But, if you don't want to, I understand why." I replied to him, my voice getting softer and softer with every word.

He didn't answer, but instead came outside with me, letting Judy go inside to talk to Cole.

"Look, Dylan, I feel awful, and I have no idea where to start telling you my story and everything I figured out last night." I said, looking up at his deep hazel eyes.

"Start from the beginning, tell me everything. Don't lie to me again." He said, almost yelling at me to tell him. "Ok," I said, "I won't lie, and I'll tell you everything."

"Ok, so first I met James. He was the contest winner that I had gone to go meet while you and Cole were filming. It turns out I knew him from when I was like, 2, and we started hanging out to catch up." I said all of this in a minimum of about 30 seconds, trying to catch my breathe.

"So, how does this fit in with you kissing him at the pizza shop last night?" He asked, more confused than ever about what I was talking about.

"Well, he asked me to dinner. And I couldn't say no to him, just because he is my friend and all, and I didn't know he considered it a date until he kissed me. I wasn't, but I had to lie to you to be able to go, because if I told you, you would beet the shit out of him."

I was out of breathe now, and continued after the well deserved breathe I needed.

"I figured out last night that when he kissed me, it felt like kissing my mom. Not like when you kiss me and I have fireworks going off in my head. So, here is what I learned. I LOVE YOU. Not James. And I know that nobody can take your place. EVER."

I finished saying everything I had to say, and then waited for his response. Then, he finally answered me. "Wow. That was so much different than I thought it would be, I thought you didn't like me anymore, and I still love you more than ever."

He caught me completely off guard, and that was something I never thought he would say again.

Then, what he surprised me like, more than ever. He leaned down, and kissed me right on the lips, really really big. He had never kissed me like this. But, I liked it.

There we were, both of us, kissing in the cloudiness of the day, people on the sidewalk stopping and looking at us. And we didn't give a care in the world if they were watching or not.

All I cared about was knowing he still loved me, and that I still loved him and that hasn't changed.

And we loved each other more than we ever have at that very moment in time.

I guess Judy was right, he still loves me, I still love him, and we are almost made for each other.