A/N: We're back to Jessica's point of view. 

Hope you enjoy!
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As I stepped out of the bus, I noticed that there were clouds merging together in the sky above. It looked like multiple droplets of rain were about to pour down on me and my brown hair was about to get soaking wet. I sighed and began walking towards home.

My mind kept replaying what I said in the lunchroom earlier today like a song on repeat. Why did I say that? Why did those words ever come out of my mouth? It was a mistake. A big, terrible mistake. I was just nervous; I didn't want the truth to come out yet. I didn't want Issac to know that I loved him. I was hiding my feelings for him like a mother moose hides it's baby when wolves are about to attack. I didn't want my love to be torn and ripped apart. I wanted to keep my love safe in my heart where it belongs.

As I predicted, rain started to pour down on me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy put his leather jacket over a girl's shoulders to keep her warm. I smiled sadly, wishing that was Issac and me. My heart was longing for his touch, for his warm embrace. It was pathetic feeling this way; I wanted to be an independent  woman. I wanted to move on with my life. I wanted to not think about Issac's smile or beautiful blue eyes.

However, I couldn't help it. It was inevitable; my mind would always find a way to think about Issac's smile. My mind would always find a way to think about the light dancing in Issac's eyes. Issac was on my mind all the time.

I walked up the stairs of my house, and I took my front door key out of my bookbag. I unlocked the door, and I went inside. "Hey, Mom! I'm home!"

"Oh hey, Jessica! How was school today?," I heard from the living room. I walked towards the living room, and I saw that my mom was doing some charting for her patients. She was a physical therapist, and after she sees patients all day she has to chart all night.

"School was okay," I said. I had gotten extremely good at suppressing my real feelings and pretending I was alright. It was for my mother's sake, really. I didn't want to make her more miserable than she already was.

My mother's tired eyes looked up at me, and she smiled a sad smile. "That's good. How much homework have you got?"

"Not that much," I lied. When you're a senior in high school, your homework fills every inch of your assignment notebook.

I put my backpack on the chair next to the living room table and opened it.

I sighed. I had an abundance of homework to do.

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My eyes focused on the incandescent full moon outside my bedroom window. Millions of illuminated stars were twinkling around the moon like planets that revolve around the sun. I smiled, remembering when Issac and I danced under a blanket of glittering stars. I still remember how his lips felt placed on mine. It felt like seeing beautiful sunsets and sunrises. It felt like dipping my toes into a calm, peaceful ocean. It felt like a blanket wrapping around me tightly on a cold winter night, keeping me safe and warm.

His lips felt like they belonged on mine; my lips felt like they belonged on his.

I turned around on my bed so that my head was submerged into the pillow.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!," I screamed into my pillow. I didn't want him in my head anymore, invading my thoughts as I tried to fall asleep.

All of a sudden, I heard something at my window. I turned to see what it was, and I saw pebbles being thrown at my window. I opened my window, and I saw Issac looking up at me. His blue eyes were shining brighter than the moon. A wide grin appeared on my face.

"Are you trying to break my window or something?," I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm just trying to be romantic. This is like what happens in every cheesy love story."

"I hate to spoil it for you, Issac, but this is not a love story," I said, a sad smile playing on my lips while doing so.

He grinned. "I think you're wrong about that."

"Really?," I asked, really smiling this time. Is he saying what I think he's saying?

Does he love me?

"Really," he said, his eyes full of happiness. "Why don't you come down here?"

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm too lazy to go down there."

"Why do you have to make this so difficult?" he asked.

I smirked. "Because I'm a difficult person."

"Just come down here already, will ya?," he asked, frustratingly.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," I giggled. "Alright, I'll come down."

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I walked out into the night, and I immediately felt a chill run over my arms and down my spine. It was freezing outside; I couldn't believe I forgot my jacket. I ran my hands up and down on my arms, wishing for something to make me warm.

"Here, have my jacket," Issac said, starting to take his jacket off.

When he took his jacket off completely, he moved closer to me and draped it over my shoulders. I smiled, thinking about the couple I saw earlier today. The boy put his jacket over the girl's shoulders to keep her from being cold. Now we were that couple.

"I actually...uh....I wrote a letter," Issac said. "It's for you, of course."

"Aww, you wrote a letter for me?," I asked, grinning.

"Yeah, I-I did," he nervously stammered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. He unfolded the piece of paper, and he nervously bit his lip.

"Dear Jessica," he started to read. "E-ever since I f-first met you, I-I..."

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I-I'm just gonna start over again."

I suppressed my giggling, covering my smile.

"D-dear Jessica," he stammered. "Ever s-since the f-f-first time I- "

I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips. His big blue eyes stared at me, surprised.

"Just shut up and kiss me," I said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my lips sunk down on his. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me harder, more passionately. All of a sudden, it started pouring rain. My hair became soaking wet, and Issac's shirt became stuck close to his muscular chest. His short-sleeved shirt outlined the muscles in his arms.

Issac pulled me closer and closer to him, I could feel his muscular stomach against mine; I could feel his arms wrapped around me, keeping me safe and warm in his lovely embrace.

Issac broke away from the kiss. "I love you, Jessica Parker."

"I love you, too, Issac Thompson," I whispered, as if it was the best secret. "I love you, too."