A/N: Sorry I'm so late! Please enjoy!
*~! Andrew's POV !~*
The ride to the shore was ridiculously quiet with both of us trying in the three and a half hours of travel not to bring up last night. I kept glancing at her as she pretended to be asleep. I've known this girl for ten years, and I know when she's sleep, she talks. They were mostly jokes about me, and I couldn't help but laugh.
"Krys," I called, and she sat up, looking at me. "How about we just spend the day on the boardwalk, you know, playing games or whatever," I suggested. She thought for a moment before nodding.
"And what shall we do afterwards?"
"Maybe a club or two. You brought enough clothes, right?" I asked at a stop light.
"Yeah, I've got a few kinky things. I don't think your eyes would mind it, tonight," she winked. This was the hard part about our relationship. I couldn't help but get a hard on at her purring, and yet I would have to remind myself that we were using each other; sex and friendship were in my job description, not wanting to fall in love.
"Oh do you? We will only sleep together if we absolutely have to. The scratches on my back need to heal," I muttered. That was a cover up to say I was actually starting to like her more than a friend. That was code word for "I need a break from sleeping with you until I figure out what's going on," and she didn't catch it.
"Come on, Drew. We know we will both bring someone to the hotel, and get fed up with them the second they open their mouth," she disagreed.
"Well maybe tonight's our lucky night," I tried to stay optimistic. If Krystal didn't want me, maybe I would be lucky enough to find a decent girl and settle down with her.
"And if we both find someone, and date them, what would that leave of this- this friendship?!" She screamed mockingly.
"It will only leave two broken hearts darling. But we will always find our way back to each other," I tried in my best English accent. Fooling around with Krys was the best part of my day. And considering we were together for eighteen hours of the day, allowing the other six for sleep, she was the best part of every moment.
"You're so silly," she laughed, and I parked at the hotel.
"This is it," I cleared my throat. As usual, I was at her door, opening it as she took my hand, and we went in.
"Welcome to Sea-N-Sun Hotel! How may I help you two?" The bubbly lady at the desk asks.
"Can we have the honeymoon suite?" I chuckle as I see Krystal's eyes grow wide.
"Sure. Newlyweds?" She grins as she accepts my card, and slides it.
"Oh, hardly. We've been married, for what, two years now darling?" I smirk.
"Yes, you're right. He was a cheat on my sister with me which left a kid or two, but who's counting?" She shrugs. The lady gapes at us before handing us two room keys.
"Nice," I compliment as we was to the elevator.
"I learned from the best," Krys mumbled with a laugh as we step on the elevator. I remember our day in the elevator, and then the office, where I professed my want to be in a relationship.
I didn't think this through. We would both be forced to sleep in the same bed, and Lord knows I wouldn't be able to not cuddle with her. Last night, with her laying in my arms, felt right. It felt like my body was made to cradle her petite 5'5 frame. She fit perfectly. Had it not been for my growling stomach, and fear of her actually realizing that she wanted me to stay, I wouldn't have moved.
We walked in, setting our small luggages down. I took a seat on the bed, followed by Krystal. I turn and look at how gorgeous she is. Like I mentioned 5'5, deep dyed red hair, blue eyes, and no make up. She's simply perfect.
"What?" She curls her lips into a smirk.
"Nothing. I was kind of wanting to rip your clothes off," I hop on top of her, straddling. This was another hard part of our relationship: not being able to touch each other unless we were for sure going to have sex.
"Well, what's stopping you? Just one time before we go to the boardwalk. We're burning daylight, it's already three. And if we plan on bringing people back to our one bed room, and having a one night stand, each leaving New Jersey with a new kid on the way, we need to get on it," she laughed.
"Well, I can't kiss you unless I know we're having sex, and I can't really tell with us 'burning daylight' and all," I snapped. I don't know what happened with my emotional state, but seeing her in front of me, willing to give herself to me, but not wanting to be in a relationship hit a button. I climbed off of her, and began looking through my bag before I felt a tiny hand pulling my arm up. I frowned as I stood in front of Krystal who had a confused look on her face.
"What's wrong?" She asked seriously. WHAT DO YOU MEAN, WHATS WRONG. I WANT TO FUCK YOU SENSELESS, AND WHEN WE'RE DONE I WANT TO HOLD YOU. AND WHEN WE GO BACK HOME, I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND THE WHOLE WAY THERE AND KISS YOU IN PUBLIC AND AT HOME, WHENEVER I WANT. Those were all the things I was wanting to say, and yet again because of these stupid rules, I couldn't.
"Nothing," I looked away.
"You're lying to me, Andrew. I've known you for ten years. Sit, talk," she lowered me onto the bed with her.
I stared at her, shaking my head for a while. I just couldn't figure out why I was so hung up on one girl. I mean, she said it often, I could have anyone I wanted, and yet I suffered from thinking of Krystal more times than not. She tormented me in my dreams, and if she wasn't with me, which was rare, I found myself almost calling her or texting just to have her by my side.
"I'm serious, I don't want to ruin our day, so can we just go," I grunted, running my hands through my curls.
"Awh, you're so cute when you're mad," she pinched my cheeks, making me go pale.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come on, i want to win you everything down there, and propose with a crowd of spectators," I chuckled.
"That would be ideal. But I remember you saying we would run away together?"
"Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I don't want to be with you at all," I link our arms, pulling her into the hallway.
"Are you breaking up with me?!" She yelled, but in whisper form.
"I'm afraid it's not me, it's you," I deadpanned, earning a quick snicker as we loaded into the elevator.
*~! Krystal's POV !~*
There weren't as many people as I expected, but it didn't bother me. I was grateful that my best friend and I could roam the Jersey Shore without the sounds of loud cackling and foolish, loose, women drowning out our conversation. I was excited to be here, linking arms with Drew. It gave me a sense of security, a sense that I would be okay, and we would have fun. We stopped at a game, and Andrew, like he said he would, won a huge teddy bear, and gifted it to me.
"Thank you, sir," I hugged it tight. He smiled, and continued to pull me with him down the boardwalk.
We spent our day making crass and dry jokes that would only be funny to us and other sarcastically brilliant minds. It was nearing sunset before Drew even let go of my arm, and for a second, I missed him being protective over me.
"Excuse me, uhm, you dropped her phone a few feet back," a handsome gentleman appeared in front of me. He was kind of tall, blonde combed back hair, nice fitting jeans and a t-shirt. He slowly handed me back my phone, brushing against my hand.
"Thank you," I give him my best smile. His eyes light up, and instead of walking away, he continues to talk.
"You're very welcome. I added my number incase you wanted to call," he smirked. Normally, I would have dismissed someone for that, but he seemed like he was joking, so I laughed.
"Well, it would be nice to know what it's under?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Michael," he stretched his hand out, and I took it.
"Michael... I'm Krystal Marconi."
"Krystal. Listen, Krystal, is there a chance that I could see you tonight?" I sensed Andrew tense, and immediately felt guilty that I forgot why I was even in Jersey: to spend time with my best friend.
"I'm sorry, but I will have to decline. My friend and I were hoping to get away in Jersey tonight," I nodded apologetically.
"Get away from..?" He waited on my answer.
"You know, for a simple name like Michael, you sure do ask a lot of questions," I smirked. I decided to test him. If he could take my sarcasm, then maybe I would give it a shot. Maybe Drew was right, maybe tonight was our lucky night.
"Actually, it's Michael Antonio Wright," he chuckled. I immediately thought of my daddy who was home in New York.
"Hmm... Well, we're getting away from New York. May I ask why you are here?" I questioned, receiving a grunt from Andrew. I shrugged it off, and continued to stare into Michael's brilliant blue eyes.
"New York? I happen to own a company there. It's where I live," he half smiled, flashing those perfect teeth.
"Oh really? Me too. My friend and I are partners at a publishing company. Smithson and Co if you will."
"Ah, yes. You're our top competition," he frowned. "No one can seem to beat you two."
"Yes, we are aware. We do it intentionally," I laughed as he cracked another small smile.
"Tell you what, Krystal. You enjoy your day with your friend, and maybe we will meet another time. In New York of course, there are lots of places, and I'm sure I'll run into you somewhere," he lifted his eyebrow.
"Possibly... Give me a call in a few days, and I'll think about it," I smirked as I walked away, tugging Andrew along.
"But I don't have your number!" He called after us.
"You said I'm your competition. I'm sure you have a business card somewhere, use it," I winked and we were off.
It was quiet for a long time as I watched Andrew walk ahead of me. I wondered what had him so upset, so I decided to push him until he told me.
"Can you stop, and just use your words to talk to me?!" I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore. This wasn't like us to not be making fun of each other, or planning our lives out, like we knew they would end up.
"You want to know what's wrong with me? The fact you sat there and flirted with that douche bag while I was right there!" He yelled back. I was beyond confused. He never held back from me before, and now I could tell he was hiding something.
"Andrew, I honestly don't know what you're saying right now. Were you jealous?" I become quieter, realizing that maybe the things he was saying weren't jokes. He meant it, and he actually had feelings for me.
I stared at Andrew as the sunset was finally gone, and the moonlight reflected off of his brown eyes. I didn't know what to feel. I wasn't sure if I liked him, or if we were strictly friends. When we decided this, we didn't think that someone would actually develop feelings. That rule was just for safety, and I never intended on breaking it, or him breaking it.
I still stood there as he stared back at me.
"Well? Say something, please. You're confusing me, Andrew, and ever since last night, I don't know what to think," I whined. His lips came crashing onto mine, yet again. It was slow and passionate, and for a moment, I fell into his touch. Well maybe longer than a moment, because we ended up back in the honeymoon suite.
Usually, our sex was animal crazy, and it was emotionless. But that night was something that I've never felt before, and yet through the whole thing I couldn't sort my feelings. To say I love him wouldn't exactly be a lie because I do. But as far as relationships, I just don't know if I can do it. I mean, feelings aren't exactly my forte, hell it took me about four years to say I loved Carmen, and she's my best friend! With Andrew, though, it would be different. I wasn't sure if I liked him, but I knew he was falling for me.
It was flattering, really, knowing that I had made Andrew Zayn Sterling fall in love, or at least start to. He was the king of making women fall at his feet, but he had never been in love himself. It was cute to think that he actually liked me, and to see him pout after Michael and I's conversation. And when I had that thought as I traced circles on his chest and we cuddled, I felt a pang in my heart. If he ended up falling for me, and I couldn't tell him what I felt, it would destroy him. That's one of the major reasons why I stayed far away from relationships: I cannot express my feelings.
After my inner turmoil, I finally fell into a peaceful slumber with Andrew holding me so close, I almost couldn't breathe. I was awaken with light kisses trailing down my neck. Had last night not happened, I wouldn't have allowed it. His lips felt good on my skin, and for a moment I found myself not wanting it to end. I was confused, though, and we had some things we needed to talk about. One of which being me trying to tell him that I actually do like him, but don't want to rush into a relationship.
Wow, I did it. I actually figured out what I want: To not rush and lose our friendship. I was shocked by my own discovery, but quickly brushed it to the back of my mind, and focusing on the lips that were currently doing a number on me. I pulled his face to mine, and Andrew gave me a small smile before connecting the two sets of lips together.
I moaned as he kissed me slowly. Normally, his kisses were fast and, much like our sex, emotionless. His lips kept coming back to mine, and it seemed like a dream. My high school crush, my best friend, was currently naked, with me laying under him, in Jersey, and he was kissing me like it was the last time.
"Andrew," I whispered. He leant down for another kiss, and as much as I didn't want to, I stopped him.
"What is it?" He frowned, and flopped next to me. Drew pulled me into his arms, and I returned to our favorite position, cuddling. I tangled our legs together and planted small kisses on his chest, then pushed his curls back before speaking.
"What the hell is this?" I narrowed my eyes. He took a deep breath before kissing my forehead. No one, no guy at least, had ever done that to me, and it was a sign of affection that made me smile.
"Well, maybe I should explain my actions," he sighed and I nodded. I need clarity on everything, especially whatever we were doing. "For a couple months, I found myself wanting you to stay in bed after we had sex. I just wanted to be around you all the time. I mean, you're my dream girl, Krys. We're best friends, and you make me laugh, and you're absolutely gorgeous, but you are humble too. You put up with my foolishness, and the thing that attracts me to you the most is that you don't even notice how many men want you, and you brush it off. I want to be with you, but of course with our past and whatever rules we have, I know it's probably not possible. I just began to fall for you, although there isn't the slightest chance that you feel the same," he confessed. I was quiet. What he said blew me away. His dream girl? Was I even capable to be anyone, much less Andrew Sterling's dream girl?
"Please, don't spill over with words," he chuckled.
"I just- me?" I questioned again. He turned to me, holding my face in his hands and kissing my lips softly.
"Yes you. It's always been you. Just please, say something?"
"I do have feelings for you," I admitted. His eyes searched my face for a lie. "If you're looking for one, you won't find it. I'm completely serious. I do have feelings for you Andrew... But-"
"And the excuse. Come on, I'm a big boy, I can handle it," he chuckled wickedly. I felt my heart clinch, that kinda hurt.
"I don't have any excuse. I just want to tell you exactly what I feel," my smile faded.
"Continue," he kissed me again.
"Well, I have developed some strong feelings for you. I just don't want to rush, and ruin what we have. I mean, you're my best friend, and you're amazing, but I don't want us to forget where we started. It's also really important that you let me figure out a few things before we become a couple," I explained.
"And by that, you mean dating other people?" He cocked his eyebrow.
"Not exactly, but yes. I mean that I'm going to get to know other people. I don't want to say yes to the first thing," I shook my head.
"But I'm not the first thing. I've been here for ten years, and I damn sure ain't leaving now," he whispered down my neck, running his nose up and down it.
"I know, but baby-"
"Baby? It sounds good coming from you," he smirks against my skin.
"Drew, shut up and listen," I whined. He nodded, and I continued. "It's not that I want to see other people, I just need to make sure what I feel for you is real. I need to make sure that it's not just because we've known each other for so long, or because the sex is so good."
"My sex is 'soooooo good?'" He exaggerated, but I decided to once again humor him.
"Yes, if it wasn't, I wouldn't let you rape me almost every night," I giggled.
"It's not rape if you like it baby," he countered. I hit his chest softly, and began again.
"Anyways, if it's real, I'll come back to you. You know I will, like you said, I always do," I kissed him again.
"Right, but what am I supposed to do while you're exploring?"
"It won't be like we won't go on dates. We can test it out, but I won't be yours until I figure out what I want, which will probably be you anyways. I can't lie, Sterling," I paused, using his last name. "You've got a hold on me," I laughed and he kissed my forehead.
A/N: A chapter full of confessions! Please tell me what you think! Just because they admitted their feelings for one another, doesn't mean this is over! Remember, they're still at the shore! Do you think Krystal will go back to Andrew, or do you think it'll take time, or not at all? And why do you guys think of Michael?! COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT! Love you guys!