Pushing on the doorbell multiple times, I kept on praying that Kyla finally lets her butt get out of bed and answer the door.

I’m on the brink of hysterics and I need my best friend right now. I just want to cry and leap out of joy at the same time. I don’t want to hurt Jasper, I really don’t, but if this continues, how am I sure that we’ll be both okay at the end?

The front door finally swung open to reveal Kyla in her fluffy robe and a bad case of bed hair as she had a hand cradling her head, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

She yawned, rubbing her eyes before she fully examined my face. Her annoyed expression quickly turned into a one of concern as she reached out and dragged me inside her house, “What the hell happened to you.”

“Jasper kissed me,” I squeaked out, trying to stop a sob from escaping my lips.

She looked at me quizzically, her mouth hanging open, “And the problem here is?”

“I ran away,” I frowned, covering my face with my hands, “I’m so stupid.”

She shook her head as she grabbed my arm and took me to her room where she practically tossed me to her bed as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I think we’ve established your lack of common sense.”

Groaning, I crashed into her pillows, “Not helping!”

“We’re not going to have those emotional scenarios where you explain everything, I become sympathetic, you complain about everything else while you have a monologue inside your head, and I just stand here thinking you’ve gone nuts – which you already are – and with some hugs and saying you’re the best friend ever, you’re going to go on your merry way and have a relationship with Jasper!”

I sat up and stared at her for a good moment, opening my mouth for a quick remark, before closing it again. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, “How much beer did you drink last night?”

“Enough to know that this will end up in bullshit,” she responded, going to her closet so she could get out of her pajamas, “Look, you know that I love you, but you left the poor boy hanging.”

Slightly tugging at my hair, I bit my lip as I had the monologue that Kyla said that I was going to have inside my head.

What was I even thinking when I was on my way here? I have this odd personality to come crying out to whoever friend that I have, seeking for their advice and have a moment of contemplation inside my brain. In fact, now that I think of it, it’s just to buy me enough time to think about the situation.

“How about we just skip to the part where I give you wisdom filled advice,” she suggested, her voice turning into a fake dreamy one.

I’m going to wave off her sarcastic attitude right now, because I basically interrupted her, before she even got used to the mild hangover she was experiencing.

“Jasper has gone through hell and back, just so he could proudly call you his friend,” she pointed out, pacing around the room, “And I know you have been too, and if I’ve been observant enough, you two are not doing this for the sake of your friendship.”

“Then what else is this for?!” I yelled in exasperation and she showed me glare, silently warning me that if I interrupt her one more time, she’ll personally kill me in my sleep.

She placed her hands on her hips and looked down at me, “You like him, he likes you, and you two are the only people making this complicated.”

Since I still value my dear life, I kept my mouth shut as I nodded, I knew she was just as sick and tired of this drama as I am.

“The opportunity to get into a relationship with a guy you’ve liked for a long time has finally present itself to you,” she said, waving her arms in the air, “And you just blew it away.”

“Alright, so where’s the wisdom filled advice?” I question when I felt that she was starting to insult me, once this girl starts, you’ll be asleep before she even finishes.

She walked up to me and poked my forehead with her two fingers, “Go back to him and tell him what you feel, stop overthinking everything, you’ve done enough of that, it’s time to finally savor the moment.”

Seeing her frustrated expression, a small smile crept its way up to my face as I laughed at her, “And if it doesn’t go along the way you want it to?”

“I’ll go to Jasper and chop his balls off,” she shrugged nonchalantly, “I’ve had enough of giving him advice on how to get you.”

“What?” I questioned, and she snapped out of her trance after she realized what she had said.

Jasper was consulting Kyla about me? They were doing the same thing Tristan and I had been doing when he needed help with my best friend.

“Apparently he has zero knowledge on getting a girl like you,” she explain sheepishly, “In my defense, I was starting to get annoyed how you two haven’t been moving at all with this.”

I couldn’t be mad at her, which would be just plain old hypocritical. In fact, it just made me like Jasper ten times more.

Savannah Everett, you have one good looking guy fishing for you, all you have to do is get the bait. We’ve blown enough chances to let this one pass up.

“You know what, I’m going to Jasper,” I told her, pulling myself up from her bed, “Right now, it’s time to stop running away.”

“Good,” she nodded, pushing me out of the door, “You do that I’ll go back to sleeping.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but before I was fully out, I turned around and hugged her, just like what she said, I grinned as I spoke, “You’re the best friend ever.”

I heard her finally laugh as I pulled away, “I know.”

Shaking my head at her, I put my coat back on as I went out of her house, running back to mine, knowing Jasper has already gone back home.

When I got inside, I ignored my family’s question as I raced upstairs to my room. As I predicted, Jasper’s window was closed, with the light escaping from the small gap between his curtains, it was indication that he was in his room.

I’ve collected some knickknacks that was laying around my room to gain some confidence that I will get his attention. Aiming right towards his window, I threw the first object, as predicted, it made no effect.

It took me quite a few sacrifices, before I stomped out in frustration at my failed attempts. Well, if he’s deliberately ignoring me, I knew that I deserve it.

“Jasper!” I yelled towards his closed window, praying that he could hear me, “I’m sorry, okay? Come on, please talk to me.”

I stood there in silence, staring at his blue curtains before I saw it shuffling. If he could only feel my relief when I saw him open his window, his expression stoic as he stared at me.

“I’m a complete coward,” I confessed, hitting my windowsill, “Trust me, I want to be with you, but…”

“You don’t want to ruin our friendship?” he guessed, and I nodded, “That’s the most cliché thinking that I have ever heard.”

Honey, life is a walking cliché.

“Here me out,” he said, crossing his arms, “You’ve broke off our friendship, I tried to mend it, but nope, you just love torturing me, I ask you if it’s possible for us to have a relationship, you said yes, then the moment I kiss you, you run away like you’re being chased by a wild kangaroo.”

“Well, kangaroos do pack a good punch,” I mumbled, trying to lighten up the situation, but he shook his head, finding it less than amusing.

“Tell me, Savannah,” he paused for a moment, giving me enough time to catch my breath and collect my thoughts as I waited for his next words, “Can we be a couple or not.”

As I opened my mouth, I could practically hear Kyla nagging me inside my head if I even think about saying no.

We’ve been friends for who knows how long, it took us three years to realize that we can’t live a life without each other, in a relationship or not, and just three months to find out that the both of us are thinking of risking this broken, but amazing friendship for something that might turn into so much better.

What an adventure this has been.

“You know, sometimes I wish that life has a control system,” I muttered, “There’s a pause button when everything going too fast, a thousand wires that can be rearranged when one desires it, an instructional manual to know how to work around it.”

I looked back at him and showed him a soft smile, “But you know what I really wish life has?”

“What?” he asked, leaning forward as he took interest at what I was talking about.

“A reset button,” I replied, “To erase every mistake and every horrible memory, to start again like nothing wrong has happened.”

“But it happened,” he shrugged, “And if that reset button means that we’ll forget everything that occurred between us, even the past few hours of momentary heart break, I’d rather not press.”

That was when the both of took different paths. I’m willing to search for that button that doesn’t exist, and if the situation that it does present itself to him, he’s going to turn away from it instead of pressing the thing that might resolve everything.

“Because that’s what made us stand here, talking about it in the first place,” he pointed out, “And just like when we were younger when I kept that flower bracelet you made me, I’ll treasure every stupid thing that we have done.”

“And you said that I was the cliché thinker,” I managed to laugh out, “And that bracelet was not stupid.”

He shook his head, thinking that I have completely missed the point. The thing was, I didn’t. Hey, this wasn’t really smooth sailing, but I’ll still lift the anchors and continue on with this voyage.

“Hey, I’m Jasper,” he gave me a toothy grin, “I like your eye color, it’s different.”

It was the same words he told me when we met. He claimed that the only reason he approached me was because I was the only person I our small class that had green eyes.

“I’m Savannah,” I introduced myself once again, “And thank you, I got them from my dad.”

If my memory serves me correctly, what came next is he asked me to become his best friend. That was how simple childhood friendship was made. Now, to become friends, you need to have those emotional moments when one cries their heart out and then after an emotional display, a silent bond will create between them. Unlike how we became friends, it was just a question.

What came next was something I wasn’t expecting. Instead of asking me to become best friends, he gulped nervously as he stared intently into my eyes, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

My mouth hung open as I tried to relax myself, processing his words as I gripped the wood of my windowsill, damaging my nails in the process.

In some books, there’s this grand and amazing gesture from the guy before they finally get together, but here, it’s just a simple question. Did we have a romantic dinner with a movie? Nope.

And that was enough for me.

“See you downstairs,” I told him, closing my window as I rushed downstairs. Mom tried to stop me as I ran to the door, knowing Jasper will be twice as fast as I am.

When I got outside, I ignored the raging cold as I walked to Jasper who used his long legs to transport him quickly through the fence separating our houses.

“Gosh, yes,” I squealed, wrapping my arms around him, “Though, I would still want a proper date.”

“Anything my girl wants,” he grinned, gripping my waist, “She gets it.”

“We’re so cheesy,” I laughed, “But I kind of like it.”

He smiled as he slowly bent down, pressing his lips onto mine. This time, there weren’t a thousand thoughts running along inside my head. There was only one – it Jasper.

Slinging my around his neck, I kissed him back fervently. For once, everything is going right.

Plus, I’ve learned today that we never needed a reset button in the first place. Being Jasper and Savannah was already enough.

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Ah my darling couple is finally together, somebody pass me my tissues, my little characters are growing up *sniff*

But as you can tell, with the way this has been narrated, it means that we're almost at the end. From the start, I never intended this story to be a really long one so I apologize, but at least I didn't end it here, though I was really tempted to.

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