Later that night, I sat on my uncomfortable couch while Friends was blaring on the little television in the background. I was in my pajamas with a bag of Doritos on my lap, eating a chip every time I thought about Jimmy. The bag was almost gone.

I had finally finished unpacking everything, now all I had to do was throw away all the empty boxes. I had used one of the boxes for the television to sit on. I sat up and stretched, yawning. It was almost 1 a.m., and I couldn't fall asleep. I managed to get on my two feet and started stacking up the boxes so it'll be easier for me to carry them tomorrow.

While I was organizing the boxes, I stumbled upon one that had an item in it. I stared at it; it was a pink spiral notebook with a heart made out of silver sequence. I grabbed it and flipped through it. It took me a moment before I realized that it was the journal that I had used when I was little to write down my daydreams about Jimmy. I nearly collapsed on my knees. I haven't seen this thing in years. I flipped through it; all the pages were written on. I walked over to the couch and slouched down, reading some of my entries:

My name is Vivian Ficco. I am 10 yrs old. I told my mom to buy me a notebook so I can write down my everyday life. But I actualy want to write about my crush Jimmy Fallon becaose he is really cute. I had a cool daydream earlier in Social Studies class, where Jimmy and I were partnars, and instead of doing work we kissed the hole time, and noone noticed. It was awsome.
I had a crush on him since we first met at the beginning of the year, and we have been best friends ever since. We sleep over at each others house every weekend. I always flirt with him but I don't think he ever notises. I wish he would.....

I nearly sobbed, because one: I remember writing in this journal vividly. And two: I was so bad at grammar.

I closed the notebook and placed it on the arm of the chair, turning off the television and sauntering to my bedroom. I just wanted to sleep this horrid day over.

•

                  THREE DAYS LATER

"I can't believe that happened. I'm so sorry, Viv," Jimmy cooed over the phone. I laughed and brought the receiver closer to my mouth. "Kirsten was worried about you. She wanted to go and see if you were okay."

I wanted to snort. Like I'd give a damn if Kirsten cared about me. "Well that's nice. How are you guys, anyway? How's the relationship?" I said that specifically so I could find out if Kirsten was being the bitch she was to him yet.

"Actually, it's great, thanks for asking." Not the answer I was looking for, but okay.

To change the subject, I said: "Hey, do you maybe wanna come over to my house? It's kind of a mess, but..."

"Yeah, that sounds awesome. What time?"

"Now's fine."

•

I was a little embarrassed by how disheveled my apartment was, but Jimmy looked pretty satisfied with it. We both sat on the couch next to each other in silence. I searched for words to start a conversation, but I couldn't think of anything. "Uhm, I have to use the bathroom real quick." I darted out of the room.

JIMMY'S POINT OF VIEW

I folded my hands in my lap, moving my eyes everywhere in the apartment. Vivian's apartment wasn't clean-although I wasn't expecting a clean apartment; she's never been one to care about things looking immaculate.

As I was looking around, my eyes landed on a pink notebook that was lying on top of one of the boxes. I lifted a brow, getting up and grabbing it. I scanned through all the pages, all of a sudden remembering this journal. When me and Vivian were little I would always see this journal lying around her room. Whenever I would try to read it she would yank it out of my hands and say, "Don't read it, it's private." And to this day, I never knew what she was keeping in there: probably just some silly secrets, her being a girl.

I landed on a page and began reading:

August 15, 1985
Today Jimmy left my house. We spend the weekend together, it was awsome. But he made me feel sad because he was talking about his crush on Natalie at school. It made me feel sad becaos I love him and it hurt when he was talking about being in luv with someone else

I read the entry over and over again, making sure that I wasn't reading it wrong.

Vivian was in love with me?

VIVIAN'S POINT OF VIEW

I finished drying off my hands and made my way back to the living room, only to see that Jimmy was reading the pink journal that I had found in one of my boxes a few days ago. I gasped, making Jimmy turn his head. He held up the journal, his mouth trembling as if he was about to say something. "You used to love me?" All the blood drained from my face. I inhaled sharply and vigorously moved my eyes everywhere, not knowing what to say. My worst nightmare ever since I started liking Jimmy was for him to read my notebook, and now that nightmare was coming to life. Although it did feel nice to finally get my true feelings off my chest, but that didn't compare to how embarrassed I felt at the moment.

|| SONG PLAYING IN THIS SCENE:
NEW YORK MINUTE
BY DON HENLY ||

Before I could answer, Jimmy got up and started for the door, slamming it behind him. I had a sour feeling in the pit of my stomach. Was he really pissed at me? I opened the door, and he was almost at the end of the hall. "Are you seriously mad at me right now?"

He stopped and turned around. He looked perplexed and conflicted. "You think I'm mad at you?" His face morphed from angry to perturbed.

"Well that's what it looks like!" I snapped back, slapping my arms to my thighs. "And to answer your question," I stepped closer to him. "yes, I was in love with you. Are you happy now that I answered your stupid question?"

"Do you still love me?"

I clenched my fists, a hot tear involuntarily streaming down my cheek. I wiped it off with my sleeve. "Yes." Jimmy didn't say anything in reply, he just stood there scrutinizing me. All of a sudden, he started walking towards me. I took a step back. "What're you doing?"

"Something that I've wanted to do for a long time." At that, he rested both hands on each side of my face and sunk his lips into mine.

I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head closer to mine until our foreheads were touching. Jimmy tilted his head as his nose brushed against my cheek. His hands moved from the small of my back to my hips as I draped both arms around his neck. I could feel him outstretch his arm behind me and open the door. We stumbled into the room and managed to keep our lips locked together. Jimmy pushed me gently against the wall and kissed me again, tucking a tendril of my hair behind my ear.