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I snuck inside the room and slipped into the bed. I thought Kim was fast asleep.

"Well where have you been?" she asked turning on a lamp.

I rolled my eyes. "Out with Jacob. Duh." She rolled her eyes.

"I told him about Grant," I whispered.

"Really? How'd that go?" she asked.

"Surprisingly good."

"I'm happy for you," she said smiling. She turned the lamp off then rolled over.

I was happy too.

--

When I woke up the next morning I was exhausted. I guess I was emotionally drained. Kim came pounding into the room. "Up up up!" she barked. I dragged out of bed and went to the kitchen. Kim was smiling proudly at the table full of food.

"I though you deserved something for telling Jake."

I smiled warmly. "Thanks Kim."

We ate together and talked. It was nice. While we were talking I started to feel bad though. Kim and I had barely hung out this summer. Of course she wanted to be with Jared. They hadn't seen each other in months. But what kind of friend was I? I wasn't even making a real effort.

"Kim, let's do something today," I said hopefully.

"But I have plans with Jared."

"Not anymore."

"Excuse me?"

"We've hung out like 10 times all summer. We are doing something today even if we only stay here and watch movies. End of discussion," I said.

She looked like she was about to argue but she stopped herself. "Fine."

--

"See this isn't so bad," I said.

Me and Kim went into to town and found a hair and nail salon. She got her hair layered around her face and I got a cut and some new highlights. She was in the chair next to me getting her nails done.

"I guess so," she mumbled.

We talked some more. Just catching up. It felt so weird. Kim had become one of my best friends in such a short amount of time and here I was almost taking advantage of her. She was doing me such a favor by letting me stay with her. This was how I repaid her? I spent my summer chasing some crush.

--

When we got back home I decided to tell Kim how I felt.

"Kim I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"You're my best friend and we barely do anything anymore. You're doing such an amazing thing for me and I'm all boy crazy," I said.

"Oh come on Soleil it's not that big of a deal. I'm busy with Jared and you're with Jacob."

"Exactly. You're always supposed to choose a friend over a boy. I'm not mad about you and Jared. You knew him way before you knew me. But I've Jacob for like a month," I carried on.

"Soleil, how could I be mad at you? Jacob likes you. A lot. And obviously you like him a lot too or you wouldn't have told him about Grant. We have all of the next school year together. Just have some fun," she said smiling.

"I guess," I said warily.

"Look if it'll make you feel any better I'll make sure we do something every week. Kay?" she said holding her arms out for a hug.

"Alright," I said hugging her.

--

"Well could you please tell me what movie we're seeing?" I snapped. Jacob had dragged me to the movies when I really didn't want to go. I had a feeling her was taking me to see the new horror movie. I hate scary things. He covered my eyes when he bought the tickets and I'm sure he would before we went into the theater.

"Noooo way. Now do you want popcorn or candy?" he asked smiling. That smile will always make me melt.

"Popcorn," I replied rolling my eyes.

He grabbed my hand and started pulling me.

"I'm not moving," I said firmly. He shrugged his shoulders and lifted me up bridal style. People started staring. I was mortified.

"Put me down," I spat.

"Are you gonna walk?" he asked smirking.

"Yes yes whatever just put me down." He put me down slowly and grabbed my hand again. This time I walked with him. Just as I thought he covered my eyes before we went into the theater. We sat down in the back. The movie started and showed an old house in a thunder storm.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I hate you." He stuck his tongue out at me and smiled.

"Ahh!" I screamed grabbing his hand.

"That wasn't even scary," he said laughing.

"Shut up," I said between breaths.

--

"Come on Soleil. It was fun," he said laughing.

"This is soooo not funny," I countered.

"Okay okay I'm haha sorry."

I glared at him. "Don't talk to me anymore."

"Aww don't be that way," he said pulling me into a hug. He was sooo warm. Why was he always so warm? I resisted and didn't hug back. "Come on," he said kissing me softly.

"Don't try to butter me up," I growled.

"I'm sorry," he said kissing me again. "Please forgive me?" He smiled.

I rolled my eyes. "Forgiven." Damn that smile.

--

"Jacob you're soo mean," I whined. He was constantly making fun of me. Every little thing I did or said he found funny. Everything I told him he laughed at. I knew he was just playing though. I always told myself not to forgive him. But then he'd smile and the word 'forgiven' would just come out.

He had some kind of spell on me. He could probably get me to do anything. But I'd also learned he'd do the same for me. One day I was sitting on the couch like ten feet away from the remote. I asked him to get it for me and smiled the whole time then gave me a kiss when he handed it to me.

"Aww I'm sorry babe," he said laughing. He collapsed on the couch next to me. He put his arm around me and kissed my forehead. I grumbled under my breath and turned my attention back to Oprah. Paul and Rachel came in. Rachel smiled at us then sat in the chair next to me. Paul looked skeptically at Jacob then busted out laughing

"Hahaha dude she's got you watching Oprah. You are so whipped," he said between laughing. I rolled my eyes and Jacob growled. He actually did that a lot.

"Shut up Paul. I just know how to be nice to her," he said annoyed.

"Whatever man," he said still laughing. He fell on the couch next to Jacob.

"Can't you two tell we're kinda hanging out," he said.

"You're sitting in your living room watching Oprah. Big whoop," he said.

"Jacob leave it," I said rubbing his arm. He rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. So childish.

"How's the wedding coming Rachel?" I asked.

"Can we please not talk about that? I just don't want to think about it for a little while. We just got back from registering. It was hell," she complained. Paul laughed and smiled at her. I watched them. They looked just like Kim and Jared did. And Sam and Emily. So that's what true love looks like. I laid my head on Jacob's chest and closed my eyes.

--

"You don't need to be shirtless to go running."

"No it helps. It keeps my body temperature lower. You should try it," he said winking.

I rolled my eyes. "Idiot."

Jacob and I went running together every other morning. It was his idea not mine. I usually didn't like running with other people. He was no exception. I only went along because I wanted to spend more time with him.

He always seemed like he was running slow with me. Like he wanted to go so much faster. I hated that. If I was too slow he should just speed up. Every time we ran I spent the whole time comparing myself to him. He was never tired when we were done. I was exhausted. We finished up and I fell on the ground breathing heavily.

"How are you not tired?" I asked annoyed. It was not fair.

"High endurance?" He sat next to me. I pushed myself up.

"You know I used to run with Grant. He was so much faster than me. He was kinda like you. I knew every time we ran together he was holding back."

"I don't hold back," he said as if he was disgusted with the idea.

I rolled my eyes as usual. "Before the incident I was training so we could have a race. It was supposed to be two weeks after he died. As much as I trained I still wouldn't have been able to beat he. He was amazing at track."

"I never even liked running that much. I only did because he loved it and he loved doing it with me. The only reason I still run is because of him. When I'm running I feel like he's still here with me," I said.

"You two were really close huh?"

"Very." Something strange was going on. I wasn't crying. I'd just told Jacob about Grant like a week ago. I wasn't this comfortable talking about it with my family. I smiled and then started crying.

"What?" Jacob asked worriedly.

"I'm-not-crying," I said.

"Yes you are," he said.

"No-I-mean-talking-about-Grant-didn't-make-me-cry," I said crying harder.

"Wait so why are you crying now?" he asked.

"Because I'm happy. I don't like talking about Grant with anyone. But when I'm with you I can talk so freely. I'm so comfortable."

"So that's a good thing right?" he asked.

"It's an amazing thing."