Jenna and Jacob are on my bed when I get back. Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge is playing.

They both look up at me when I open the door.

"Hey, I'm guessing you went home with Annabelle last night, right?" Jacob asks. He's smiling like an idiot.

"Yeah," I answer.

"I would make jokes about it, but they don't apply," Jenna pouts, running her hand through her hair. I swear it gets more saturatedly scarlet every time I see her. "You're no fun."

"I know," I sigh dramatically, swooning and flopping down onto Jenna's bed. "I have failed."

Jacob pushes himself up on one elbow and smiles at me.

"Is that my hoodie?" I ask him. He looks down and seems to realize that it is.

"Initially, yes, I think it was. But I adopted it. So ... kind of? You can have weekend custody if you want, sweetheart."

"Anyway, Haze," Jenna interrupts. "Back to you and Annabelle."

"You really do love her, don't you?"

Jenna gives me this look, one that means my eyes just lit up.

I nod, and blush a little bit. "Yeah."

"She loves you, too," Jacob says. "She looks at you the way Jenna looks at cake."

Jenna exhales exaggeratedly. "I wish I could bake."

Jacob rubs her shoulder. "That's okay, honey. I'll bake for you. Goodness knows I won't let you won't destroy a kitchen in our house the way you did with the one here." He looks back over at me. "Trust me. Before you two went on your first date, she came to us and I helped her make that bouquet. There was this look on her face when she talked about you ... it was the sweetest thing."

"That bouquet was beautiful!" I exclaim. "You're gonna be such a great florist."

Jacob beams and ruffles Jenna's hair. She laughs and ruffles his.

"See darling, I told you," she says happily.

I push myself up and sit criss-cross applesauce on Jenna's comforter.

"So?" Jenna prompts. "Tell us what happened!"

My cheeks heat up a bit and I kind of snuggle into my hoodie that smells like her and the biggest smile comes onto my face as I talk.

Later that day, I have another shift at the ice cream shop.

It's kinda busy, but it's the nicest Sunday afternoon I've seen in a while. The sky is a gorgeous cerulean color and the clouds are white and fluffy. The air is a little bit cool for early November.

I beam at everyone who enters, and I think my good mood is spreading, because they smile back brightly.

I'm in my black jeans and Jacob's Troye Sivan tank top and my favorite beanie.

The first beats of Paris come on the Bluetooth speaker, and suddenly I'm holding Annabelle's waist and dancing with her under the stars. The moonlight illuminates her skin, and her eyes sparkle.

The bell tinkles and two people enter the shop. I shake out of the memory with an even bigger smile than before, and I brush my hands on my apron before turning to help them.

To my surprise, it's Jack from a couple weeks ago. We've been texting occasionally. The messages are basically us gushing about our significant others. I've learned a little bit about his girlfriend.

His smile lines are still prominent, and his green eyes still bright. He's leading a girl by the hand.

A girl with short black hair and pale skin and gold eyes and delicate fingers.  It looks a lot like ... Rose.

Jack bounces on the balls of his feet. "Haze, this is my girlfriend, Rose."

I already knew that, of course. I haven't seen Rose in a couple years, but she hasn't changed one bit.

"I'm Hazel," I say cheerily, extending my hand across the counter. It's nice to see Rose again, despite the abrupt ending to our friendship.

"Yeah, I know," she replies, taking my hand. Jack looks between the two of us.

"You've met?" I nod, and smile again.

Rose looks a little relieved, like she expected me to be mad at her.

"Well, can I get you guys anything? Or were you just here to introduce us?"

"Um," Jack says, shifting a little on his feet, "I wanted to introduce you, but it's so nice outside I guess we'll get something. Rose? You want something?"

"Can I get a vanilla milkshake?" she asks. I nod, and turn to Jack.

"The usual?" He nods in response. He's stopped in a couple times, and always gets the same thing -- two scoops of cookies and cream in a sugar cone.

At some point while I'm mixing Rose's milkshake, Jack excuses himself to use the restroom.

"So, Haze," Rose says in a tone that's almost nervous, like she's afraid I'll snap at her now that Jack's gone. "Haven't seen you in a while."

"Yeah," I sigh in response. I don't like making her think I'm mad at her. I don't like making her uncomfortable. I never did.

"I just think that maybe you've maybe been wondering about why I kinda stopped talking with you. Maybe," she rushes. I turn around and smile at her, trying to make her feel more at ease. I hand her her milkshake, and she takes it slightly precariously.

"I'm not mad at you, Rose," I tell her. Her petite shoulders visibly relax. "I mean, yeah, sure, I'd kinda like to know, but I'm not angry."

"Well ... I know it was really selfish and childish of me. But ... you remember when I said those things about Annabelle Lee-Davis?"

I nod slowly, popping a couple gummy bears into my mouth.

"It was ... because I was jealous. I-I ... had a crush on you ... and you were talking about being in love with this person you'd never met and may never meet ... and I didn't like seeing you realize you may never meet her ... or that she might not be perfect ... and I felt kind of cast aside. I-I'm so sorry, Hazel. I know that I shouldn't have let my personal feelings get the best of me. It was just too painful. And I thought it'd be better.

"But I got over it, and so have you, it seems. And I never thought I'd see you again, but I'm so glad that I have. I've been wanting to tell you that for forever, but I deleted your number one night when I was really upset and not really thinking straight."

I snort at the last sentence. Rose rolls her eyes.

"Haha, I guess I wasn't really ever thinking straight back then, was I? But with Jack, I think at least bisexually." She grins and shakes her head at the thought of her wonderful boyfriend. "I love him so much."

"He loves you too," I tell her. She blushes a bit and smiles. "You should hear him talking about you. Or at least see the way his eyes light up whenever he sees a rose."

"Really?" Rose asks. She's got this lovestruck look on her face. I'm so happy she's found someone like Jack.

"What a coincidence ..." I trail off. Her eyebrows furrow.

"What?"

Another smile appears on my face. "Well ... a new girl came here earlier this year. And I'll say it again and again, but I'm pretty sure I fell for her the second I saw her. Her name's Annabelle."

Rose's eyes widen. "Annabelle? Did you get a last name?"

"Lev-Damore." Rose's expression drops a little bit, but she still looks intrigued.

"Those are pretty close if you ask me."

"Yeah, at first I told myself hoping that was stupid, but then I went over to her apartment and I knew it was her. How crazy is it that I fell in love with her twice?"

"Is anything happening between you two?"

And suddenly I'm the one with the lovestruck look on my face. I fidget with the hair poking out from under my beanie. "Yeah ... she's my datemate."

"Oh my goodness!" comes Jack's voice. He's reappeared. I hand him his ice cream. "Really? You guys got together? Why didn't you say so?"

"I wanted to tell you in person!" I defend myself, dropping a couple more gummy bears into my mouth.

"Why?" he whines.

"Because you honestly should have seen your reaction," I laugh. Rose does too, and Jack wraps his arm around her waist.

I wonder if I should tell Rose that Annabelle is Jack's ex-girlfriend.

I guess that's for him to decide. He'll tell her if he wants her to know.

Rose and I get a long-overdue opportunity to catch up with each other, and Jack looks so happy that we get along so well. Rose and I exchange numbers again.

And when I finally send them off with a hug around five in the afternoon, the sun is just starting to touch the horizon. Most of the sky is still blue, but part has been tinged pink and orange and yellow and all I can really think of is how much Annabelle would love this. It reminds me so much of her.

I go through the music library on my phone and select Falling In Love Will Kill You. The guitar chords bounce through the shop. It's so relaxing.

I wish Annabelle were here.

And as if she read my thoughts, the door opens and there she is.

The sunset's colors wash her rich skin and give an ethereal glow to her face.

I didn't think it was possible for my day to get better, but here we are. Annabelle is in overalls again, all soft glances and heavy hips.

She holds up the camera she brings everywhere and hands me a still-developing Polaroid that captured the sunset perfectly.

"It's beautiful," I breathe. She smiles at me.

"I love this song!" Annabelle exclaims happily. She immediately grabs my hand and twirls me around.

We start dancing slowly.

"I'm so lucky," she murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair out of my face. I blush.

"I'm the lucky one here. You're a dime piece."

Annabelle starts giggling, and she rests her forehead against mine.

"If falling in love will kill me, you're worth it," she whispers.

My heart.

I'm smiling too much to even form a response, and I think Annabelle's just playing around to see the effect she has on me.

I love her so much.

The first beats of State of Grace come on, and I'm lost to the warmth of Annabelle's hands on my waist.

Later that night, there's another post on No really, I'm okay. It's a picture of a Polaroid, which captured a beautiful pink-orange-yellow sunset.

I smile to myself.

a/n: hi

how's you're day been? i hope it's been good

also thanks AJ (Rose420421) for not killing me for abandoning you at Starbucks earlier

you're the best

*hug*