The crowd is roaring inside the arena, hundreds of St. John IceCaps fans screaming out in joy from the 5-0 lead against the Manchester Monarchs on this Friday night in November. My best friend, Brendan, knows that AHL games are my favorite to attend, so he bought tickets for us to see them play.
Brendan and I met through mutual friends and quickly became good friends after we exchanged phone numbers. I've never been closer to anyone else in my entire life. I'm closer to Brendan than with my family members. Some may think that it's bad to be closer to anyone other than a family member, but I really love how we can talk to each other about anything and not judge one another for it.
He knows me so well, that he bought tickets for tonight's game. We've always done each other favors and taken each other places, comparable to a date, but we're just friends. I've always had a suspicion that Brendan had a small crush on me, but then I told myself that I was being ridiculous and ignored it.
"Let's hear it for your IceCaps!" The announcer yells through the microphone, the crowd continuing to go wild.
"Thank you so much for bringing me here tonight, Brendan. It's always so much fun." I smile.
"It's the least I could do for you. I see you come to almost all of my games, so I thought I could bring you here to thank you." He places his arm around my shoulders and I lean into him.
Although this may look like an action that only couples do, Brendan and I always do this sort of thing.
I was going to respond to Brendan, but loud and obnoxious music cuts me off, blaring through the arena. I look up at the screen and see that it's the kiss cam.
"Oh, I love watching these things!" I tell Brendan and continue to look at the screen anxiously.
The first couple they show is an older couple which peck each other on the cheek. I laugh at how cute they are together. The second couple is a younger couple, probably on their first date. The man flushes red and tries to ignore it, but the woman tugs his shirt and kisses him right on the lips. Brendan and I both laugh, before we see ourselves pop up on the screen.
My heartbeat stops and I look as white as a ghost on the screen, Brendan's smile ceases quickly. I look back at him, unsure of what to do. As the camera workers for the kiss cam, they are always persistent on getting what they want and the cameras haven't waivered off of us yet.
Brendan takes my face into his hands and brings his face close to mine, our lips barely touching.
"I've always wanted to do this, (Y/N)." He admits before pressing his lips gently to mine. I close my eyes and feel the softness of his lips against mine. I flutter my eyes open and smile.
"I know that this is the last place where you want to hear this, but I've loved you since the day I met you. The only reason that I never told you until now is because I was scared that if you didn't love me back, our friendship would be completely ruined and that I would make an idiot of myself. But I realize now that if I can't have you in my life as my girlfriend, I can't stand to have you just be my friend and go date other guys. It would just be too hard for me to see." He takes my hands into his.
"I love you too, Brendan. I've always felt like you liked me, but I could never be sure. I didn't want to tell you either, because what's the point of telling you if you never liked me in the first place?"
He smiles and touches his lips to mine again.
"Please be my girlfriend, (Y/N)?"
"I would love to be your girlfriend." He places his arm around my shoulder again, but this time the action is meant with love. The rest of the night is filled with goal celebrations, laughs, and a lot of kisses from my best friend, and now boyfriend.
