Ella's pov:

It happened.

My bestfriend.

My Crush.

My everything, kissed me.

It was like every painful moment, every single time that I had been hurt, was washed away by just one, single kiss.

Luke.

Sitting next to him, I couldn't even believe it.

"Thank you." The words slipping from my mouth unknowingly.

"For what?" He questions, taking both of my hands in his.

"For being my everything."

I couldn't help but wonder about the questions that were left unanswered in my head.

For example, what does this make us?

I feel like I have been fantasying this for so long, that I never stopped to think about what might happen if it did actually happen.

If at some point in time, confessions were made.

How would things change?

Would it change for the better or for the worse?

Looking out of the window, I sigh at the familiar scenery of trees as we near my house.

But even by looking in a total opposite direction, I could feel Luke's glance on me.

Which is something else that I wondered about.

What was going through his head?

If I was a mind reader, life would be so much easier.

I wouldn't have to doubt myself time after time, or stress over things that may or may not be even existent.

"Ella?" Luke suddenly says, interrupting my thoughts and the silent aura of the car.

"Hmmm" I murmur, turning my head towards him, as he parked the car on the side of the road, just a couple yards away from the gate to my house.

"I just want to apologize..." He starts off saying.

The worst of thoughts instantly come to mind by those couple of words that could literally mean anything.

...

Oh god.

He regretted it!

He was probably caught up in the moment, and never meant for it to happen!

Seeing my panicked expression, Luke quickly starts to talk again...

"Wait, hold on, it's not like I didn't like the kiss, I actually loved the kiss, it actually-.." He says quickly, but stops once he realizes what he was saying.

I almost wanted to laugh, but the suspense of wanting to know what he was sorry for was almost killing me inside.

He nervously pulls at the collar of his shirt, and turns his body so it was facing me more, "What I am trying to say is, I'm sorry I kissed you all of a sudden. I should have gave you at least a warning or something. It was needy, and I was jealous but you didn't deserve it as your first kiss-..."

Before he could finish, I grab his hand which was being moved around aimlessly due to him talking in a way of trying to explain something.

"Please don't feel sorry." My voice was low, and more quiet as I looked down at our hands that I connected together.

First kiss so what? It's not like I was expecting some cheesy kiss in the rain.

I was just hoping it would be with someone who would be worth kissing.

And Luke, is definitely worth it.

He starts to caress his thumb over my hand as he tries to continue, "I just... I have made so many mistakes this past year, and I just didn't want to rush you into anything. But, shit, just being around you, I couldn't control it. Every time you look at me, every time you laugh, or stumble on your words when you are nervous just drives me insane." I look up to meet his eyes, which showed nothing but sincerity in his words.

I felt guilty.

Well, I felt guilty that he felt guilty.

"Luke, we all makes mistakes..."

"But not like what I did! I was so afraid to tell you how much I felt that I just chose to hide my feelings and hurt you."

"You shouldn't feel guilty about that, it was-..."

"A mistake? I hurt you, I broke a promise that you depended on me to keep. I hate myself for it, I don't even think I should have been forgiven-..."

Before he could continue, I move my finger to his lips in a shushing sign, which instantly stops him from talking.

"I forgave you because I knew that you never meant to hurt me. Sure, at first I was too upset to see it, I was so angry that all I thought about was how I was affected. How you broke my promise-.."

"But it's true-.."

"But I never considered what you were going through. I know what your parents are like, they don't make you feel loved, and that's why you did that. I should have told you-..." I paused.

I should have told him...

That maybe I felt something more to him than just a bestfriend.

More than a crush.

More than like-liking them.

Something bigger, better, and more meaningful.

He was the one who made me feel happiness.

He was the one who wanted to know the real me.

He was the one who made me laugh.

He was the one... who showed me that there was more to be normal. To have friends, and feel welcomed when I felt out of place.

Who knew that just four letters could have such a strong meaning.

I don't know much about the word, just by endlessly watching it in movies.

Love means... everything.

And I think I might have found my everything.

"Told me what?" Luke asks, making me remember that I just stopped talking out of nowhere.

I clear my throat and continue, "I should have told you how much I cared about you. For everything you do for me, you make me feel like I have a place. I want you to know how much you mean to me, more than you could ever understand. Without you I..." but I was cut off by the taste of his lips on mine.

Almost like it was on instinct, I kiss back.

I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Laugh because this is our third time kissing, and I simply didn't understand why he was kissing such an inexperienced potato.

And cry because I simply didn't understand why he was kissing such an inexperienced potato.

Slowly, he pulls away, and murmurs, "Be mine?" while caressing my cheek like he has done earlier.

I couldn't look away from his captivating eyes, as they pierced through me, making me feel joyous but jittery at the same time.

"Yes," and maybe that's all the clarification I needed to know that I am his...

And he is mine.

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Walking into my house with a cheerful smile on my face, I happen to pass by my mom as she types away on her laptop in the dinning room.

Hearing my presence, she stops typing and looks up at me, "Hello Ella, you seem to be in a good mood." She says, noting that usually I am never in a good mood when I am at the house.

"I am actually." I say, stuffing my hands into the front pocket of my sweatshirt.

"Why might that be?" She asks, looking back down at her laptop.

Although it just happened, I felt like I should tell her.

Since the beginning of this new kind of mother, daughter bond between us, I realized that in the past I have kept so many things from her.

But now I know not telling her anything did nothing but worsen our chances of growing closer together.

But not anymore, if she was willing to make a change... I was too.

"Well actually, I..."

"Wait what is this?" She says all of a sudden, staring confusingly at her computer screen.

I look over to see her reading an email that particularly caught my attention.

"Earlier I emailed your father to get rid of those ridiculous yoga classes he signed you up for, but he says right here that he doesn't recall signing you up for anything." She says.

She reads it again as I rock back and forth on my heel.

Should I tell her the truth?

Gosh, I just went on about telling the truth and what not.

But this is different, this is admitting to...

You know...

Lying, sneaking out, breaking house rules...

Again.

But I sigh, knowing what I should do... "I... might know." I look down at my feet in embarrassment.

I could almost feel mom's eyes on me as she clears her throat for me to continue.

"It... was my friend. He pretended to be a yoga instructor so I could freely leave the house." I say ashamed.

I feel like it sounded way better in my head, saying it out loud just added too much unnecessary embarrassment and guilt.

"He?" She questions.

"Promise you won't be mad at him? He was just trying to help." I look up from my feet to see her slightly nod her head.

"It was," I take a deep breath, "Luke."

"The one you were just with?!" She questions, a little loudly for my liking, earning a couple of heads to turn this way before quickly going back to their work before mom catches them.

"Yeah, but his intentions were good." I try to say.

But instead of keeping to her small promise, she adds, "I don't know about him Ella."

"What do you mean?"

"I.. never mind, I have to finish this before it gets too late. See you for breakfast?" She questions, looking back down at her computer screen.

"Yeah, breakfast." I say defeated.

I make my way towards the upstairs.

I really hope I didn't just dig my own grave.

Actually, I really hope I just didn't give my mom a shovel to dig Luke's grave.

But maybe she will come to see it may have been for the better.

Right?