It's A Bit Complicated

Overcome

Noah's POV

"Okay, let's get down to it." Jordan smiled. The entire cast was getting ready to be sorted into teams. I smiled past the camera towards Jordan. She began to count down from her fingers for the cameras to roll. Any time that no attention was falling on me, I couldn't help but keep my eyes on Jordan. I love her. She has held my heart completely since the night I tended to her when she was sick. And she was still ignorant to it.

"Noah!" Ian yelled, turning to me.

"Yes!" I screamed, trying to play off my inattention to my surroundings.

"Blue Balls. Blue Balls. Blue Balls." Shayne and Ian chanted while Flitz pulled me tight into his arms, jumping. I smiled and pulled off my shirt. Earning a large chorus of 'ooh''s. I looked over at Jordan, who turned when she met my eyes. She had never done that before...

Jordan's POV

Since I came to terms with my feelings for Noah, I haven't been able to see him the same. I used to just see him as Noah, my best friend, now I see him as Noah, a really cute guy that I can't take my eyes off of. I watch happily as Noah gets called onto Ian's team, creatively named Blue Balls. I stifle a laugh as Matt Raub tossed a t-shirt straight at Noah's face. Noah laughed and reached for his own shirt, pulling it over his head. My stomach lurched and my heart fluttered. I could feel heat rising in my cheeks. Jordan, stop it right now. I looked into Noah's eyes, his sweet eyes. I could feel my body melt. I averted my eyes as quickly as possible, I couldn't let anyone see me losing it over my best friend. I pulled out my phone and looked at nothing, I just needed a distraction. I waited an acceptable amount of time and put my phone away.

I sat back and watched as the video recording continued, except every time I glanced toward Noah, he was already looking at me. It made me feel bad, I had never felt awkward around Noah after he became my best friend. But here I was. I stood up from my chair and retreated to my bunk. I couldn't let anyone see me like this.

Wes's POV

After recording, I went to my bunk to lay down. However, when I arrived in the room Jordan was buried in her bunk. I wouldn't have noticed if her bunk wasn't next to mine.

"Hey kid." I sat down on the end of her bed.

"Hi." I heard her mumble through the blanket covering her head.

"Wanna pull the blanket off?" I asked. I watched with amusement as she tossed around, removing the mountain of blankets from her body, majority falling to the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked, scooting closer to her on the bed.

"I'm in love with Noah." She sighed.

"And that's a problem?"

"I can't do any of the same things around him without seeing him differently." She sat up and placed her head in her hands, "I couldn't even watch him change shirts during the video without blushing." I tried my best to hide my slight amusement, but couldn't help but smile.

"Well. I don't really know what to tell you." I sighed, "You need to find a way to be professional."

"What if I can't?" Jordan half-yelled, "What if I can never look Noah in the eyes again because I love him and I know he likes me but I can't be professional? What if I have to quit Smosh because of it? What if Anthony flips? What if I hurt him?" She kept rambling.

"What if I fuck this all up?" She choked out, "I love him and I can't do anything about it because everything is going to be fucked up."

"Jordan."

"Wes, I love him." She cried.

Noah's POV
"Jordan." I called out once I entered the room. She was crying on her bunk with Wes by her side.

"Wes, I love him." She cried into Wes's shoulder.

"Tell him." Wes whispered, sharing eye contact with me.

"I can't." She shook her head.

"You just did." I whispered. My heart was beating out of my chest. Jordan sat up from Wes and stared at me with her bloodshot eyes. Wes stood up and walked out of the room, patting my back before closing the door behind him.

"Noah, I-" Jordan started.

"I love you." I blurted, interrupting her, "I've loved you since I met you. Since we got trapped in an elevator. Since the first time you kissed me on Wes's couch."

"Noah." She tried to stop me.

"I'm going to keep loving you. As long as you let me."

"Noah."

"Yeah?"

"I love you. But-" She blinked away the tears in her eyes, "I don't know if it could work. We work together. And we work with all of our friends. And my family. I don't know if we could work together. And I don't even know if we should try." Jordan stared down at her hands. I walked towards her, the only thing louder than my footsteps was my heart thumping.

"At least-" I took a deep breath, "At least give it a chance. If you don't think it's working we can just be friends or, if you want... I won't talk to you."

"Noah I'm your boss."

"And I'm your best friend. And a guy who loves you more than just about anything." I smiled.

"More than cheese pizza and plain noodles?" Jordan cracked a smile, looking me in the eyes.

"More than all the plain food in the world." I laughed.

"I love you, Noah."

"I love you, Jordan." I could still feel my heart beating, "Can I kiss you?" I asked shyly.

Jordan leaned forward and placed her lips on mine. It wasn't like the first time we kissed, it wasn't forced or rushed. It was like we had all of the time in the world to just do this. My heart swelled and my stomach fluttered. We pulled back from each other, both of us grinning like madmen.

"I love you." I smiled.

"I love you." Jordan grinned, her forehead pressed against mine. And I knew, with those words, we can overcome everything that could come toward us.