A/n: this is an adaption of the scene where Dave is reading the letter out loud for Jane.

I was walking in the party and felt claustrophobic, so I just decided to leave. Whatever. My friends had ditched me again and I didn't want to get drunk so I could do whatever I wanted, and I would. I'm going outside.

"Jane. Jane." I heard someone saying something and found myself sticking my nose where it most definitely didn't belong. My punishment? I saw Dave.

Oh.

Oh no.

Panicking, I went to turn around but was stopped. "Y/n! Hey!" He called.

I turned around slowly. "Hey!" I greeted, my energy far too forced.

A smile rested on his face as he met my eyes evenly, shuffling in an adorably stiff way. "Didn't see you earlier. How cool that you're here..." He said, smiling as awkwardly as I spoke.

"Yeah," I offered weakly, digging the toe of my shoe into the ground.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to start up conversation.

Looking around, I shrugged. "Good..."

Let me clear something up. Dave was my long time crush. But I knew from heart break that he liked his best friend and I wasn't going to get involved. We'd been close, a long time ago, but then he'd told me about his crush and I'd just- Stopped. He'd gone on and on about how he had the biggest crush on his best friend.

And I, heartbroken, had left him alone. I saw them together now, but knew they weren't together since she had a crush on my brother.

Yeah. My brother.

Gross.

Anyway, I'd avoided him for a while and to see him again really brought back the old pain. So, to say the least, I wanted to leave as soon as possible. "Are you going back in?" He asked.

"No," I said truthfully. I realized immediately I should have said yes and left but it was too late now.

"Wanna get out of here then?" He asked, smiling a little.

"Uh. Sure...." A blond girl came out and nodded to us as we walked to my car. She looked how I felt. Wonder what happened there...

We got in my car and I automatically took him to the park we hung out at as kids. He got out cheerily and we sat on the swings.

"So how's school?" I asked.

"It's good." He smiled. "How's Adam?"

Adam was my last boyfriend. "Ah... Yeah. He went back to his home town. Apparently a girl he used to date or something got into a car wreck and he realized he still had feelings for her or whatever." I coughed.

"Yikes," he whispered.

I shrugged. "How's... Jane?" I asked. The letter... It was for her. Of course.

"Jane? I don't really know. She's still head over heels for your brother. How is he, by the way?"

"Same piece of crap he's always been!" I jokingly announced, faux grinning.

He chuckled briefly. "Nice, nice. All as I expected it to be."

It grew quiet for a few seconds, my mind racing with questions I desperately wanted the answers to but fought myself not to ask. "Why do you like her?" I blurted. I'd lost. Smooth. Very smooth.

Dave paused, looking over at me with a confused expression. "Like... Who?"

Ashamed, I looked away. "J-Jane," I mumbled.

"Jane? Why would I like Jane? She's like my sister." His deep look of confusion melted into a goofy, shy smile. "I... I like someone else."

"But, didn't you say... Didn't you used to like her? What happened?"

"I never liked her," he disagreed, now very confused and looking at me seriously.

"But when we were- you said you liked your best friend!" I insisted.

His eyebrows came together then something dawned on him and he busted up laughing. "That's why- oh my gosh - I thought -" he couldn't get a sentence out.

"Dave, I don't understand. What's so funny?" I demanded hotly.

"Did you like me when we were younger?" He asked, a closed lipped smile on his face.

"I-" what was the harm in admitting it? I don't like him anymore. The heartbreak was just intense. "Yeah," I said finally.

His face lit up like a Christmas tree. "I... You beautiful dummy you! I liked you! I meant you! You were my best friend!"

I gawked at him. "Really?!"

"Yeah! I liked you since I met you! I had the biggest crush! Even before I knew your name..." He blushed.

"But the letter! You were in the ally, saying 'Jane Jane'"

His mouth went wide. "You- you heard that?" He asked.

My hands moved animatedly as frustration inflamed inside of me. "Yeah?"

Dave paused a second, an eyebrow raising. "Remember when I said I had a crush on you even before I knew your name?" He asked.

I tilted my head, my eyes narrowing. "Yes....?"

"I wrote you a letter," he said slowly. "But I didn't know your name." I motioned for him to continue. "So I wrote it to Jane. Doe."

My eyes went wide. "Wha-"

He waited a second for it to sink in and when it did I realized we were standing. He was rehearsing it in the alley... Was he going to-? I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me. Our lips met and he responded immediately, pulling my waist to him.

I pulled back. "You still like me," I found myself saying. "You- in the alley- you were practicing- to say- to me-"

"Shut up and kiss me again," he mumbled, bringing my lips back to his. I moaned.

"Okay. We need to do that more often. Like, all the time. As much as we can...." I said, flustered. I could feel my face burning and only hoped that the low lights didn't revealed my red skin, star struck smile, and wide eyes. I giggled.

"Is that you volunteering to by my girlfriend?" Dave asked quietly.

"I don't know. Are you willing to man up and ask me? Come on, Dave. Grow a pair," I teased.

He rose his eyebrows and smirked. "Oh really?"

"Yeah," I followed up, smirking too.

He pulled my waist to him again and my breath caught as he touched our foreheads. His breath fell over my face as he asked and I never felt more short in my life. Which was weird because people were constantly telling me how tall I was. "Will you, after years of wondering and hurting and yearning, admit you like me and succumb to the pull of being my one and only for a long as we can stand not being married?" He asked me, winking.

I busted up laughing. "That was the dorkiest way of asking me to be your girlfriend ever."

"You fell in love with this," he reminded me. Then he blushed, realizing what he said.

"Yes, I did." I pulled him into another kiss. "And I would LOVE to, after years of wondering and hurting and yearning, admit I like you and succumb to the pull of being your one and only for a long as we can stand not being married, as long as you will be mine," I said. He laughed.

"Wouldn't pass that offer for the world." He pressed his lips to mine one more time. "This is going to be fun."

"Very," I agreed.