A/N: I know I've taken a while to write this but y'know, it kind of needs to be half decent! Which it actually isn't but I'll go through and edit and stuff because let's face it, it is 1:30am and coming from a girl who usually falls asleep at 9pm (I love my sleep don't judge me), this is probably a horrific piece of writing. But anyway, let me know if you like it by doing the usual stuff!!!!

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I waited out the twenty minutes Caleb instructed me to, but when I knew for sure the time was up, I couldn't make myself stand up.

I hadn't thought through what I was going to say, I figured I would just wing it. I was really good at that....

I think I waited about twenty more minutes before I forced myself out of the hideout between the rocks.

Stepping over rocks and walking around the larger ones that couldn't be stepped over, I slowly, reluctantly made my way back home.

Standing in front of the door I raked a hand through my hair. I was still wearing the first clothes my hand had come into contact, and only now I realised that I was wearing the shirt Jay had been wearing the previous day.

Can this get any better?? Seriously?

I gently pushed open the door, half expecting to see Jayden sitting on the couch.

When I saw the living room empty I let out the breath I had been holding, then turned left and made my way down the hall and to my, our, room.

The door was only just cracked open, but through that small opening I could see Jayden.

His back was slumped against the side wall, just as Caleb had described. He had his knees up with his bare feet flat on the floor. His black sweats hung from his hips while he had on a light grey t shirt. His elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, he looked worse than I had ever seen him. His light brown hair stuck up at all angles and the only sign of life in him was the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of his shoulders.

I took a deep breath - still having no idea what I was going to say - and pushed the door open.

Jayden's head instantly snapped up and his watering eyes went wide at the sight of me. The green in them stood out more than ever as they scanned me from my head to toe.

I closed the door behind me and put my back up against it.

I looked up towards the ceiling while taking a few deep breaths to calm myself while feeling his eyes still on me.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, breaking the silence but only just. I looked back down to him and he still looked incredibly, heartbreakingly sad.

Without any words, Jay pushed himself off the floor and closed the space between us. With every long stride of his I had to crane my neck upward.

He stopped about half a metre away from me, my eyes glued to the now unreadable expression on his face.

"Why did you leave?" He asked, his voice cool and calm but I could hear the immense emotion flowing underneath them.

"I..." I took a deep breath. "I screwed everything up."

Jay's mask broke for a split second with confusion and sadness overtaking his features before being replaced with the emotionless mask.

"I thought last night was finally sorting everything out."

This wasn't like Jayden. He always said how he felt and didn't try to cover anything up. Not with me at least.

"Jayden, say what you need to say. I don't give a shit if you yell and scream and cry and throw a fit I just want to be talking to you, not a mask." I told him hesitantly.

Jay - obviously being taken by surprise - took half a step back, in preparation for what was coming next.

"You want me to really say everything I need to say? Okay," he started, his face finally showing emotion; a misture of hurt, anger and something else. "I freaking love you. I knew when you and Tristan started dating. I was angry, upset. Jealous. My mind kept involuntarily going back to that first kiss in your backyard when we were younger and all I could think of was how I wanted to kiss you again. So when you thought I was drunk at Lachie's I asked you to kiss me, practically begged for it, and it was a million times better than I ever remembered it."

I couldn't believe that he was actually saying all of this, it seemed surreal.

Then he continued. "And that's when I knew I was screwed. I remember knowing as soon as you pulled away that you didn't feel the same. But I didn't give up. And then last night, I thought that finally everything was sorted out. Then I wake up and you're not there and Caleb is in my room asking what the hell did I do and explained how you ran out..." Jay trailed off as if he physically could not finish that sentence. I could feel the pain in his words and I felt a hot tear stream down my cheek.

His eyes were looking down at the floor, but when he looked back up at me his eyes were fierce,

"I just want you to care." He almost spat the words out, but his tone was smooth.

He took another small step and repeated, now almost shouting. "I want you to care!!"

I took a small step toward him but he was too upset to notice.

"You don't think I care?" I asked him as calmly as my voice could sound, but of course, it wavered.

Jay raised an eyebrow as he had the previous morning; challengingly, but now there was no playfulness.

"Why would I have any reason to believe otherwise?"

Suddenly an idea flashed through my head.

I stepped around Jayden and went into the cupboard, reaching around for the box that I knew was in here somewhere.

My hands found it before my eyes did and I hurriedly took it out, walked back to the bed and nearly slammed it down in frustration.

He doesn't believe that I care? Well let's see about that.

I then nearly ran over to my duffel bag by the window and ripped out my drawing book, putting it on the bed beside the box.

Taking the lid off the box, I breifly saw Jay out the corner of my eye, staring at me.

"You really don't believe I love you? Well," I pulled out the first item my hands fell into contact with and looked at it.

"This is the card you wrote me for my sixteenth birthday last year. We spent the weekend up here and you gave this to me at midnight, singing happy birthday to me."

I placed it on the bed and pulled out the next item. "This is the seashell you brought back for me three years ago when I was too sick to go to the beach with you all." I held up the beautiful, almost clear pink seashell for a moment longer then put it beside my card.

I then moved to my sketchbook, opening it to the first page. It was a drawing of a strikingly gentle eye with flecks of colour in it. Jayden's. I held up the book and flicked through each page quickly. Not bothering to pause to see Jay's shocked face. "Every single drawing in this book is of you. Either your eyes or nose or lips or hands or all of you. There isn't a single page without you on it." I finished flipping through the book then put it back on the bed.

I thought I was finished but then my eyes caught sight of something dark blue in the box.

"And this," I lifted out Jayden's old jumper from the box which was neatly folded. "This you gave to me when I had a cold and you sat with me on the edge of the river for hours, instead of going swimming with everyone else."

I took another deep breath. "I had no idea that I had any feelings towards you up until two weeks ago, but everything I do somehow seems to find it's way back to you." I smiled. "Obviously."

I hugged the jumper quickly to my chest, breathing it in then I went to put it down when something fell out of the pocket. A piece of paper.

I looked up to Jayden who was completely dumbstruck, but a small smile was working itself onto his face.

My eyes flicked to the folded piece of paper on the floor, and reluctantly I bent to pick it up.

If I said I'd love you to the moon and back, I'd be lying. I'd love you to the furthest point in the galaxy and it still wouldnt be enough for you to see it.

I looked back up to Jayden's smiling face and I didn't doubt for a second that he loved me.

"I love you," I whispered, talking a small step towards where he stood. Jayden matched my move, taking a small step towards me too.

"That's a quote by the way. I'm not that smart," he smiled, then whispered back, "I love you too." Then, cupping my cheek lightly with his hand, he leaned down and kissed me, so softly and quickly that I hardly felt it on my lips, but I felt it in the electric current coursing through my body that sparked lively every time I touched Jay.

Jayden pulled me into a tight hug and I hugged him back as if nothing else mattered because at that moment, there was just me and Jay, nothing or no one else.