Chapter 6

God, he could be so infuriating. Why are men so clueless? What is it about the male species that makes them incapable of understanding women? Or, for that matter, understanding the human race at all? On what planet would it be okay to date a person for no reason other than that they're attractive and then use that as an excuse to tell the person you really want to be dating why you're not dating them? Apparently that would all be okay on Josh's planet, a place that, at the moment, I never wanted to visit.

I slammed my bedroom door and threw myself onto my bed. I wanted to cry. But why? I didn't really have any right to cry. He was my friend. Nothing more. I shouldn't have expected anything more. And yet, I did cry. I cried myself right to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later. When I glanced over at the clock, I realized that it was almost eleven. With the little nap that I took, I knew that I wouldn't be sleeping any time soon. I got out of bed and was about to turn on my TV when I saw my reflection in the mirror. Let me tell you, no one looks good after crying themselves to sleep. So, I walked out of my room and down the hallway to the bathroom. As I past my moms' room, I saw that the light was off. They must have both already gone to bed. I made my way to the bathroom where I turned on the sink and splashed water on my face. When my skin started to turn from tear-stained red to the pale tone that it normally was, I dried my hands and face with a towel. As I began to walk back to my room, I happened to glance out the window. And that's when I saw his car, pulled up in front of my house.

"What the…" I said to myself as I pulled the curtain away from the hall window and looked more closely. He obviously wasn't in the car. But, if he wasn't in the car then where…

"Oh…geez."

I saw him, sitting on the rocking chair on my front porch, his leg propped up on the railing. And in his arms was the most beautiful bouquet of red roses I had ever seen. I took one last look out the window before I walked slowly down the stairs and opened the front door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

He jumped up as if I had startled him awake. He nearly dropped the flowers, but he recovered quickly enough that he caught them before they fell to the floor.

"Andy…hi."

"Hi," I said, trying to sound as angry as I possibly could. "What are you doing here?" I asked again.

"Someone once told me that girls love roses."

He went to hand them to me, but I didn't take them.

"That still doesn't explain what you're doing here at eleven o'clock at night."

"Is it that late already?"

"How long have you been out here?"

He shrugged. "Long enough to realize how stupid I've been."

He smiled at me. One of his cute smiles that I couldn't say no to. But I was just going to have to say no.

"Go home, Josh."

"Not before I say what I came here to say." He ran his hands nervously through his hair. "You're my best friend, Andy. You like video games and you like funny jokes and my stupid T-shirts."

"They're not stupid," I said quietly.

My kind words made him smile. That stupid smile. Why did he have to look so cute when he smiled?

"But most importantly, you know me, Andy." He took a step closer to me. "You understand me." He put the flowers down on the rocking chair he was sitting on and held both of my hands. "I belong with you. And you belong with me."

His head started moving closer to mine. I knew what was about to happen. I had been waiting for this moment for a long time. But it wasn't right.

"Wait," I said, pushing away from him.

"I thought you…"

"Liked you? I do like you. I like you a lot."

"So you like me, but you don't want me to kiss you?"

Oh no, I definitely wanted him to kiss me.

"What about Davah?"

Why was I being so level handed? Why did I care what happened to that girl?

"What about Davah?" Josh asked.

"I'm not a tramp, Josh. I don't go around kissing guys who have girlfriends."

I went to turn away, but he still was holding my hand and he pulled me back with such force that I practically slammed into him. He immediately snaked his arm around my waist.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"But what about…"

"The girlfriend I broke up with this afternoon?"

"You…you broke up with her?"

"That would be why we were arguing."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Josh shrugged. "I wanted to tell you. I just…didn't." Typical guy. Leaving out imperative information. "I sort of wanted this to be special."

"You wanted the moment you told me you broke up with your girlfriend to be special?"

"No, I wanted this…the moment I told you that I wanted to be with you to be special."

"Oh."

I knew that I was forgiving him for being so stupid. I was trying to keep my guard up, to make him pay for the stupid time he wasted with Davah, but I was melting. And I was okay with that. I put my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Andy," he said sincerely.

I nodded and looked into his eyes. I knew this was the moment. I tilted my chin upwards, expecting him to kiss me, but instead, he opened his cute little mouth.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Um…sure," I answered, a little surprised that I wasn't in the middle of a passionate kiss.

"Would you go out with me tomorrow?"

I felt the ends of my mouth turning upwards, but I held back my smile.

"Tomorrow, huh? I'll have to check my social calendar. After all, I am awfully popular."

"What if I begged?"

This time I did smile. Seeing him beg would have been rather funny.

"Okay…but only on two conditions."

"Oh? And what are those?"

"One, we never go to another basketball game again."

He nodded. "I think that's a great idea. And?"

"And you never stop wearing those stupid T-shirts."

"Deal."

"Good."

I was waiting again for him to kiss me, but again, no such luck.

"Can I ask you another question?" He asked.

"Why not?" I answered somewhat sarcastically. Apparently I had trained him too well with the whole 'don't kiss her unless you know it's right' thing.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I wish you would," I replied, unable to keep from smiling.

He pulled me closer and he kissed me. It was the perfect first kiss. It was sweet, long, and completely breathtaking.

"It's getting late," he said, his face lingering so close to mine that it was hard not to kiss him again.

"Correction," I added. "It is late."

We both laughed. He kissed me one more time. This time it was quick, but still equally as amazing.

"So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow," I agreed.

We both reluctantly let go of each other and parted. As he walked down the path and reached his car, he blew me a kiss. It was cheesy, but it made me laugh. I waited on the porch until his car disappeared down the road. I wondered what my moms would think if they knew I was on the porch so late kissing a boy. At that moment, I didn't care.

I was about to turn back to the house when I noticed the roses on the chair. I picked them up and held them to my nose. They smelled beautiful. As I touched one of the petals lightly, I noticed the card that was sticking up in the middle. I picked the card up and opened it.

'You belong with me' was all it said.

Author's Note: I apologize that it took me a few days to post – I went away on vacation and, although I meant to post the last chapter before I left, I ran out of time. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing. I can't wait for the new season of Kyle!