( 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ! ) - real life

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Laughs echoed through the living room; a rejoicing reunion was much needed between the two friends.

With Owen being in town, it brought a sense of homesickness to the woman. Amira was enjoying her time in North Carolina but was missing sunny Los Angeles.

Both sat on the white sofa positioned in the center of Jimmy's living room-chatting and laughing amongst themselves, cherishing the short time they had together.

"I can not believe Charlie-our goofy, long-haired Charlie, has finally gotten himself a girlfriend, " Amira said in bewilderment, chuckling to herself.

Owen nodded furiously in agreement. "I couldn't believe either. The girl is actually pretty cool; her name's Maya, and she's from Long Beach," the blond mentioned as he pulled out his phone to show her Maya's Instagram.

"She's cute!" Amira exclaimed. "I can totally see Charlie with a cute surfer girl."

"He seems to really like her. Like he's mad falling for this girl," Owen acknowledged.

Amira smiled, happy that one of her closest friends had found someone special.

"Speaking of relationships, " Owen began, a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. "When are you and Jimmy going to put a label on whatever you guys are?"

Amira sighed, running her fingers through her brunette locks. "We haven't exactly talked about it. We flirt, and we've acknowledged and come to terms that we both are into each other, but nothing has happened, " she explained.

Owen frowned. "Didn't you guys go on a date?"

Amira nodded. "Yes, we did. Nothing happened besides a kiss on the cheek, even though I was really hoping he'd kiss me."

Owen rolled his eyes at his friends' sad attempt at making moves happen. "What is this, eighteen-ninety-one? You don't have to wait for the guy to make the first move-just go right up to him and lay one on him!"

Amira cackled, "I'm not going to 'lay one on him.'"

Owen grinned. "Why not? It's the perfect plan!"

The brunette shrugged, biting the inside of her cheek. It wasn't that she despised the idea; quite frankly, she liked the idea. It was after that Amira was afraid of. She didn't like not being in control and not knowing the outcome.

"You're scared," Owen claimed. "I know you, Amira. You're usually up for anything spontaneous and outrageous."

Amira remained silent, her eyes locking with the floor.

"He must really be something, huh?"

Her unfazed lips curled into a shy smile, her cheeks turning crimson. Amira hated blushing, but somehow, Jimmy found a way to make it bearable.

"In a way, yes," Amira smiled modestly.

Owen placed a hand on the brunette's shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "Then do something about it, Amira. Make him yours."

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She paced around the studio, trying to gain the courage to do what she needed to do. She had to confront Jimmy about what they were, in terms of what they are to each other.

It wasn't fair to keep up this waiting game, nor did it make things right. All it left was confusion and mind tricks.

Amira knows what she wants-she wants Jimmy.

He was the reason her head was spinning. He was the reason why she never stops smiling. He was the reason for her constant blushing. He was the reason why her eyes gleamed with adoration when he was mentioned.

Jimmy was the reason for Amira's newly founded feelings.

Like Charlie, Amira Knight was falling, in this case, for Jimmy Donaldson. Yet, she had no intention of letting her feet touch the floor; she wanted to keep freely falling.

Amira inhaled deeply, slowly letting it out, her hand gripped onto the doorknob. She opened the door, allowing herself to enter the green room of the studio.

The crew took a break from filming, so it was the perfect time to pull Jimmy aside and get an answer.

Amira spotted the tall man in the corner of the room as he conversed with Karl and Tareq. She nervously made her way over, Jimmy's eyes locking with her's.

He smiled brightly at her, greeting her as she stopped in front of them. "I thought you were spending the day with Owen?"

"I was, but I decided to drop in," Amira mentioned briefly, wiping her sweaty palms against her jeans.

"You okay?" Jimmy asked in concern, paying attention to her pale complexion.

Amira nodded. "Do you mind if I talk to you in private?"

Jimmy glanced at Karl and Tareq, who just shrugged. He nodded as he followed Amira outside.

The warm, North Carolina air hit her face, feeling a little more at ease with her nerves. Jimmy leaned against the white painted wall, waiting for the girl to start speaking.

"We can't keep doing this, " Amira blurted out, earning an eyebrow raise from the man.

"Doing what exactly?"

Amira groaned. "The flirting, the dates, the throwing of our feelings in each other's faces-we can't keep doing that if this isn't going anywhere."

"Going where?" Jimmy coyly question, smirking.

Amira rolled her eyes, shoving his chest lately. "Jimmy, I'm being serious!" She exclaimed.

Jimmy staggered, finding his footing again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he apologized. "And you're right."

"We can't keep doing this if it's not going nowhere, " Jimmy declared as he took a step toward her.

"Amira, I like you. I've been upfront with my feelings since the very beginning. I've just been waiting for you to catch up to me, " Jimmy professed, his tone sincere and gentle.

Another step closer.

"Do you know how much I wanted to kiss you on that date?" He challenged, his eyes glancing down at her parted lips, then back up to glistening brown eyes.

"Why didn't you?" Amira asked, finally finding her voice.

"Because I didn't know if it is was what you wanted. So, I decided not to do anything. But God, I wish I did," Jimmy breathed out, closing his eyes briefly.

And another step closer.

"So, Amira, " Jimmy embarked, placing his index finger under her chin, lifting it. "Are you ready to join me?"

Amira stared into his radiant blue eyes, letting herself fall into the abyss.

"Fuck waiting to make a move," Amira mumbled, closing the last remaining distance between them, letting their lips collide together.

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