I'm here for you

Andy is having a very hard time dealing with getting over his ex who wants nothing to do with him. My name is Jasmine (Jaz for short). Andy is my best friend and I have been in love with him for 2 years and hate seeing him this sad, will helping him get through this make him realize his feeling s for me or will it ruin our friendship?


1. Love Hurts


Dink. Dink. Dink. 

What the hell is that? I thought as I got up and walked to my bedroom window. Outside stood my best friend Andy.

"Andy? Are you okay?" I asked as I climbed out my window and slid down the tree right next to it, landing on the ground with a thud.

"I have no choice but to give up on her." He told me, avoiding my eyes, but I could tell he had tears in his eyes. I hated to see him like this especially over his ex girlfriend, Savannah. Not just 'cause I'm his best friend, but also because I've been in love with him for about two years now.

"Aw Andy, come here." I said bringing him into a comforting hug, feeling him shake as he let the tears flow. I wrapped my arms around him tighter ad started rubbing his back in circles to soothe him.

"Shhh, Andy, it will all be over, I promise." I told him to reassure him.

"I'm here for you, just remember that." I whispered in his air and took a step back to force him to look at me. I used my thumb to wipe away the remainder of his tears.

"Ok now that you got that out, stop being sad now, it's time for you to cheer up mister." I said sternly with a smile forming on my face.

"Ok, ok." He said with a sad smile.

"Come on, you're spending the night here, let's get you inside."

"What about your parents?" He asked sounding concerned.

"They're away this weekend at some hotel for their anniversary." I said grabbing his hand and bringing him around to my front door and up to my room.

"So, are we sharing the bed?" He asked with his signature smirk plastered on his face. i rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Just get changed." I told him, throwing him a pair of sweatpants and a black wife-beater  He took them and went into my bathroom. I t was now where I actually took the time to see I was wearing a tight tank and really short shorts. I grabbed extra pillows from my closet and put them out on my bed for him. He came out of my bathroom and I'd be lying if I said he didn't look hot. I almost couldn't keep my eyes off of him, but I managed. His dark brown, almost black hair was tousled and messy and his blue eyes were piercing. His abs were very visible with the wife-beater I had given him. I lied down in my bed and he got in right next to me.



"Thank you."

"Anytime." I said, looking at him pulling his head to my chest and wrapping my arms around him. We fell asleep just like that.

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