We lied together for what could have been hours, drifting in and out of sleep as it felt like we were taken back in time, to when we were still shiny and new, still lost in the potential of us, not knowing what was waiting for us on the other side, scared of just how deep it was once we were willing to dive in head first, only to realize we would both be there to keep each other afloat.

Soon enough, I heard his gentle snoring in my ear, just happy that he was finally going to get a good nights sleep after all of this. I carefully maneuvered out of his tight grip, sitting up and brushing the hair out of his face, leaning in, gently kissing his forehead.

He looked so peaceful when he slept, eventually rolling over, clutching his pillow and pulling it up against his chest. It took everything in me not to say. All I wanted was to fall asleep in his arms again, and to have him hold me the way he did before they left.

Those last few days were so magical, but I think deep down I knew that the second they drove off, everything was going to be different. And even still, I was so thankful for those few nights of bliss, those few nights that I had dreamt about my entire life that far surpassed anything little Jaime could have ever dreamt up and wrote about in her diary. If only she had known just how loved she would be, no matter how short lived it was.

But as we grow, we learn that as magical as fairytales can be, nothing could ever compare to that moment when you're hit a little too hard with reality, and you learn that soon enough the storybook closes and if you're lucky, you're left with the person who will always be her and will always stick beside you, even when happily ever after might not be so convenient.

And I knew that he was waiting for me downstairs.

Standing in the doorway, I stopped for a moment, turning back to face him one last time before turning off the lights and quietly closing the door behind me.

As I made my way downstairs, I couldn't help but smile, already hearing Josh's drunken laughter from the other room. Nothing made me happier than hearing him sound so happy, but when I got into the kitchen, my stomach dropped when I saw him off alone talking to Katie. Of course she would be here. I could feel myself filling with rage as she laughed a little too loud, holding onto his arm, finding any opportunity to get closer to him.

I couldn't stand it anymore.

Making my way over, I pushed my way through the crowd until he turned to face me, flashing me a wide grin. Katie's face dropped as she turned around, noticing that it was me, but I didn't care. He was mine, and I wasn't going to let anyone take him from me.

He then reached out for me, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me in close.

"I've been looking for you." He said, leaning in, whispering in my ear. My heart jumped as he grabbed another glass, filling it up and placing it in my hand. I didn't even have to look to know that he knew my drink. By now, Katie had figured out that her time with him was over.

She had always known where she stood.

Josh leaned back against the counter, turning his body to face me, now completely ignoring everyone around us. And despite the fact that I felt a little guilty monopolizing his time when everyone had come over to see him, I couldn't deny just how special I felt that in a room full of people looking at him, he was always looking at me.

"Where've you been? I've been looking everywhere for you." He said, staring back at me with those dazed eyes that told me he had already had way too much to drink.

"I.. um.." I started, not knowing how to explain. But he nodded, giving me a gentle smile.

"Ah, yeah." He sighed. "Is he okay?" I nodded, feeling my cheeks burn.

"It's okay." He assured me. "I.. I want him to be okay. And.. if you make him feel okay, then.. well.."

"Josh, nothing happened, I didn't want-"

"It's okay, Jaime." He sighed, giggling to himself. "But.. that does make me feel better."

"I just.. I wanted to find you." His eyes instantly lit up, his smile growing into a giddy grin as he took another sip, trying to hide his face behind his glass.

"Hey, um.. can we.. you know.." I started, motioning upstairs, feeling my face get hot. He nodded, instantly taking my hand and guiding me through the crowd of people, making our way upstairs and into his room where he shut and locked the door behind us. I tried my best to hide my grin as I heard the lock click.

I was sure that nothing was going to happen, but.. maybe.

Looking around, I was instantly brought back to that night; that first night he kissed me. And how badly I wanted him to kiss me again. My head was already spinning, so I could only wonder just how drunk he was. I reached my hand out, holding myself up against his dresser as I made my way around his room, eventually stopping at his desk where I saw one of his open notebooks.

She's a woman in a dream

One that makes you fall in love

Though her face is never seen

She is what this love is of

It didn't take long for him to quickly come over, closing it as he leaned up against his desk, flashing me a nervous smile.

"What's that?" I asked. He shook his head, biting down on his lip.

"Nothing." He said simply, putting his hand over it to keep me from opening it again. I couldn't help but laugh, placing my glass down on his end table before plopping down onto his bed, cuddling underneath his covers.

He sat down on the edge of his bed, watching me as I made myself comfortable with that same smile that never left his lips when he looked at me. I moved over, making room for him as I pat the spot next to me, feeling my face get hot. He bit down on his lip, hesitating for a moment before moving closer, placing his glass down next to mine.

"So, who's that for?" I asked, unable to take my eyes off off him. He gently combed his fingers through my hair, his eyes tracing every inch of my face before they landed on my lips, lingering for a moment before meeting my gaze again.

"Who's what for?" He muttered.

"That song you're writing." He stayed quiet for a moment, but I could tell the drinks were finally hitting him, and little by little the walls he had built for me were slowly tumbling down without a fight.

"Jaime, you know who it's for." He whispered, leaning in closer. I did. Or at least I hoped I did.

"Me?" I asked, wrapping my arm around his neck, pulling him in closer. He bit down on his lip, holding his stare on me before eventually nodding.

"You." He finally said, his smile growing. "It's always you."

"W-what about Katie?" I asked. He sighed, shaking his head as his smile grew.

"Jaime, it's only.. you. It's only ever been you.. and it's only ever going to be you. So.. as soon as you're sure that it's me.."

And then I couldn't contain it anymore, holding his face in my hands, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back harder, moving one arm around me, effortlessly lifting me up and laying me further back onto his bed as he crawled over me. I reached up, tangling my fingers in his hair, kissing him back harder.

"Jaime.." He sighed. "I'm sorry, I.. I can't.."

"W-why not? What.. what's wrong?"

"Nothing.. I.. I just.. I can't do this.. and then in the morning, you-"

"I'm still gonna want you in the morning." I sighed, sitting back up to face him. He held his stare on me, gently caressing my face. I could tell that there was still something was wrong.

"What is it?" I asked. He bit down on his lip, his eyes now apprehensive and sad.

"Jaime, I.. I mean, the last time we.. I just.. I don't want to disappoint you again."

"Josh, I am so sorry for that. That was.. big for both of us and you didn't deserve that. It's.. it's not even about that. I just.. I want to be with you. I want to learn what we both like.. together. I just.. I want you."

He then leaned back into a deep, tender kiss, like I had never felt from him before, making my head spin faster than countless empty bottles, the only thing centering me again being the equally sweet taste of his lips, coating mine with such desire that I thought I was going to burst.

"Okay."