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MissCris: My first one shot, ahhh, ok got that out of my system. Now, enjoy :P

"It's getting late." I say as I look over at Patrick. He's lying on his bed fast asleep. Figures.

It's almost eleven and I'm at his house trying to finish our English assignment. Yeah, we're not getting very far. The only reason I'm even allowed to be over here this late is the fact that Patrick and I have been best friends for years. My mom and dad don't even worry where I am anymore.

"Patrick!" I yell but he's dead to the world.

I sigh as I stare at the computer with our half done assignment, I'm going to have to spend the night if we want to get this thing in on time. Stupid Shakepeare and his plays that need ten pages to analyze one act!

My phone starts to vibrate with a text message. It's my sister Leah, Mom says 2 b home b4 midnight or call

I quickly send her a reply, sleeping over at Pat's tell her

A few minutes later my phone vibrates again, Mom says k but get 2 skool on time 2morrow

k, I reply. 

I get up and walk over to Patrick, he fell asleep with all his cloths and shoes on, his golden locks falling on the pillow like rays of sunlight on a cloudy day.

I can't help the tenderness that wells up in me at the sight of the boy that I grew up with, the man he is now. I never expected to feel this way for another guy, much less my best friend, but here I am, head over heels in love with my best friend. Wow, I sound like a girl.

"How did you find your way to my heart?" I whisper reaching out to brush a stray lock back.

His face looks so peaceful in sleep. His high cheekbones, straight nose and those sweet full lips. The same lips I dream of kissing every day.

I keep looking at those lips and don't even realize that I'm leaning down getting closer and closer to him. I stop myself an inch from his lips, finally realizing what i'm doing.

I lean back, my breath unsteady. What am I doing? If he wakes up and realizes what I'm doing I'll lose my best friend. But what if I never get another opportunity to feel those soft red lips against mine?

I lean over him again and soon find myself in the same position as before, an inch away from his lips. I get closer and closer until I brush my lips on his. I shudder at the contact and reach up to touch my tingling lips with my fingers.

It felt so right to have my lips on his. But I know that right or not it'll never be. Patrick and I have been best friends since the sixth grade and I've seen him go on counteless dates with countless girls. He would never think of me in the same way I thinkof him.

And why would he? It's not like I ever told him I liked him, or that everytime I see him go on another date I burn with jelousy, or that when he broke up with Juliet I could have jumped for joy.

No, I didn't tell him, and I won't. He deserves to live a happy life without having to deal with his guy best friend being in love with him.

I look at him and see he's still asleep and I smile sadly as I realize a part of me wanted him to wake up. Wanted him to know that I've been in love with him for two years, that every minute I spend with him is a precious gift.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid, Gabe!

My mind tells me it's wrong to want that but my heart tells me to just tell him, sadly my rationallity always trumps my emotions.

I sigh softly as I begin to get up but one of my wrists is grabbed by warm strong hands. I gulp.

"Gabe, what are you doing?" Patrick asks, I look up and see his deep blue eyes open, looking at me curiously.

"N- Nothing." I stammer as I try to pull my wrist out of his strong hand, it's like trying to dislodge your hand from between two buldgers, it wont budge!

Patrick tugs on my wrist making me fall on top of him and leans up to whisper in my ear, "I can still feel your warmth on my lips, you can't tell me that's nothing."

I feel my cheeks burn as I look up at him, he's looking at me expectantly.

Before I can say anything he reaches out and grabs my other hand and manuvers us so that I'm lying on his bed and he's hovering above me. He leans down and asks again, "What were you doing, Gabriel?"

I shiver as I feel his hand run up my arm in a slow motion, "N-N-Nothing." I gasp as his hand reaches my neck and then my lips. His fingers run over them and I see his eyes darken with heat. Lord, please don't let this be a dream.

"You're bad at lying, you always have been." he says smiling and leaning a little closer to me.

"I'm not lying." I state, trying to sound calm and failing miserably.

"Really?" he whispers so softly I have to strain to hear him then his lips are on mine.

I gasp at the contact, so sudden and oh, so welcome. His lips are as soft as a feather and sweeter than the sweetest dessert. I kiss him back eagerly, allowing myself to get lost in this dream. He nibbles on my bottom lips making me moan before pulling back.

I'm breathing heavily trying to gain back my breath and sort out the confusion his kiss left in it's wake.

"Still gonna tell me it was nothing?" he asks, his breath, minty fresh, mixing with mine.

"That was definetly not nothing." I pant, when I finally find my voice.

My hands burrow in his hair and pull him back down to me, my lips capturing his again.

This boy is mine and that's definelty something.

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