Isabelle's POV

You've been acting strange lately. You insist it's because you're tired, but it's something more than that. We're currently lying on my bed, watching a movie, but I'm not paying much attention. I'm trying to figure out what's up with you. I don't understand what's got you all sad, but I'll find out.

I come to the conclusion that you're in love. Judging by your reaction, it's true. I laugh, and you blush, and punch me playfully in the arm, telling me to shut up. I decide to have a little fun, and start annoying you, so you'll tell you who you like. After quite a while, you finally cave, and tell me it's not a guy. I'm confused, until you reveal that you're bisexual. I don't see why you didn't tell me earlier, it's not like I'm homophobic or anything. You stare at me, and you seem worried, as if I'm going to freak out or something. You ask me if I'm okay, and I reply with a grin, and continue annoying you. It's quite fun, actually. You sigh, and turn over in the bed, trying to rest.

I give up annoying and poking you after about ten minutes. We sit in silence, and when I think you're asleep you turn around, and ask me for help with your crush. I don't see why, though, because I suck at relationship advice. But I help you out anyways. I ask you if your crush is dating anyone, and you nod. I slowly begin to formulate a plan in my head. I tell you that once the relationship ends, to make a move on the girl. That way, she'll find comfort in you, and you'll gain her trust.

You nod, and thank me for my advice, telling me I'm an expert in this department. I scoff. Hardly. I tell you I've only been in one relationship, and I'd messed that one up. You look happy. I kind of knew you didn't like Alexander that much. You ask me if him and I broke up, to which I nod. You pull me into a hug, and ask if I'm okay. It's cute how you care about me so much. I shrug, and tell you that I don't really care, and I swear I hear you stifling a laugh at that. Eventually, I fall asleep, still in your arms.

I wake, and try not to stare at your sleeping form too much. I have to admit, you're adorable when you're asleep. I get up, and slowly creep downstairs to get some breakfast. I settle on a bowl of cereal, and when I'm nearly done, I come back upstairs to check on you. I see you looking around the room, and you seem…worried, almost. I chuckle, and you turn in my direction. I laugh, and make a comment along the lines of 'you're turning into my mother, dude'. I burst out laughing at you, and I swear you start to blush.

A few weeks later, we're hanging out like we always do. I start to talk about the Friends marathon that was on the other day, and then you do something completely out of the blue. You kiss me. I sit there in shock, and you must've thought I was angry or something, because you run off. I call after you, but you ignore me.

It's been two weeks since we last talked. I've been calling you, texting you, hell, I even came round to your house a few times, but you insist on not acknowledging my existence. I'm not going to lie, it hurts.

It seems like I have a bit of luck coming my way, though. My mother told me that you, your mother, my mother and I are all going out for a meal. If you decide to show up, that is. You've even been missing school to get out of seeing me, so I'm pretty sure you'll be able to get out of this.

My mother and I are at the restaurant, and when it seems like you aren't going to show, I see you making your way towards the table. Your mother sits next to mine, leaving you with no choice but to sit next to me. I silently thank your mother as you sit. I find your hand underneath the table and hold it. I give it a reassuring squeeze, and hope that I'll make you understand that I'm not mad. I see you smile to yourself, so, naturally, I act like a dork so you'll laugh. You grin and slowly become more relaxed around me. I ask my mother if you can stay over tonight. I need to talk to you privately, about the kiss, and tell you that I feel the same way about you. She says yes, and once we've all finished our meals, we exit to our cars.

Once you and I get back to my house, I take off my shoes, and without giving you any chance to do the same, I grab your hand again, and pull you up the stairs. I sit on my bed, and lock eyes with you.

"It was me all along, wasn't it?"

"Yes." you reply, looking down at the floor.

"It's a good thing I like you back, Jenn." I grin.