Making Memories of Us

Story Summary: This is a collection of one shots connected with If I Didn't Have You, and Nothing To Lose, that I couldn't fit into the actually stories.

Chapter Title: Little Confessions

(On With The Story)

Jamie slowly lowered himself onto the bed and closed his eyes. Slowly he felt himself relax into the soft covers of his friend's bed and let out a content sigh. Whatever was bugging him, he knew he'd be able to relax at Chelsea's house. Today was one of the days where he just wanted to curl into a ball and go to sleep. Suddenly he felt a migraine come on and turned over onto his side with a groan.

"Jamie, are you okay?" asked a voice and he blearily opened one eye.

Chelsea was sitting on the edge of the bed, putting down the brush she had been running through her short dark brown hair. Her brown eyes held a look of confusion in them as she leaned toward him. Jamie gave her a small smile and nodded. It scared him when he thought about how alike they looked. For being best friends they sure looked like brother and sister. They both had dark brown hair and eyes, and the only difference was that Jamie spoke with a slight Irish accent he'd picked up from his father, while Chelsea was English born and bred.

"I'm fine," he told her.

Chelsea Westmore stared at her friend in concern. She could tell that Jamie was anything but fine. His eyes were clouded as if something was on his mind and he'd been stressed a lot lately. If she didn't know her friend so well, she'd thinking he was seriously depressed over something. Then again, he'd been so distant lately she wasn't sure what was wrong with him.

"It's just a migraine," she heard him say and she smiled.

"I'll go get you some Tylenol," she told him and walked out the room.

Jamie slowly sat up on the bed and rubbed his forehead.

"I have to tell her," he said to himself. "There is no way around it. I have to tell her or else I'm going to go crazy and she'll die from worry. Wait, I'm talking to myself, I've obviously already gone crazy."

Jamie looked up a few minutes later when Chelsea walked into the room with a glass of Soda in one hand and a bottle of Tylenol in the other.

"I take it Soccer practice was hell," Chelsea said with a small smile.

"I quit the team," Jamie said as he swallowed four Tylenol in one gulp of soda.

"But you love Soccer," Chelsea said in shock.

"Yeah, I do, but it was driving me insane, and you my friend, do not need to deal with a Jamie O'Brien who is even more crazy than he already is," he told her with a grin.

Chelsea chuckled at that one and sat down on the bed beside him.

"Good point," she said laying her head on his shoulder.

They sat like that quietly for a minute until she slowly turned to him.

"Jamie, remember when we dated when we were ten," she asked him and he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, we had no idea what we were doing, we thought dating was stealing each other's Fries," he laughed.

Chelsea laughed slightly and then turned towards the wall.

"Yeah, I remember, but umm, do you think we could try that again, without the theft of fries," she said softly.

She felt Jamie tense and felt stupid for bringing it up, but she couldn't just drop it now that she had.

"I mean, we could try, we will always be friends Jamie, I would never let anything ruin that," she said.

She turned to Jamie and saw him staring straight ahead and his face was unreadable.

"Chelsea, I don't think that's a good idea," she said slowly.

"Why not, I mean, how do you know, we've never even kissed," she said quickly and then grinned.

She turned all the way around to face him, and Jamie stared at her for a second in shock until he felt her press her lips against his. He'd never had expected Chelsea to try and make a move on him. She was like a sister to him; they'd known each other since they were three.

But she doesn't know the truth, a voice in his head replied, to her you're fair game.

He pulled away and pushed her back a little bit and she stared at him confused.

"Jamie, what's wrong," she asked.

"We can't do this Chels," he told her.

"Why not? Are you telling me you're not the least bit attracted to me, not even physically," she asked.

"No Chelsea, I'm not, and that's not because your unattractive, you're beautiful, you are, but I'm just not attracted to you," he told her.

"Why not?" she asked confused.

Here goes, he thought. Jamie took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

"I'm gay," he said softly.

At sixteen years old, Chelsea felt as if she'd just been shot. She wasn't mad, or even upset, that's just how surprised she was. She'd never expected her best friend of being gay. His quitting the soccer team made sense now. There were a lot of hot guys on that team, the locker room had to have been hell.

She looked at him with an evil grin and leaned in close.

"Seeing as now I know you've definitely looked, what straight girl and gay guy wouldn't, what does Kyle Bradshaw look like unclothed," she asked.

"Tiny," Jamie supplied easily. "I only got up the nerve to look last month and I almost died from laughter, he over compensates in the weight room. He had a feeling everyone knows just how tiny he is."

"Damn and he was cute too," Chelsea muttered.

"Eh, not as cute as some of the others I've seen."

Chelsea smiled and leaned back against him.

"Can we pretend I didn't hit on you or kiss you?" she asked him.

"Fine with me," Jamie told her. "As long as you don't tell anyone what I told you."

"Your secret is safe with me, and don't worry Jamie, I still love you," she said smiling at him. "I mean, you are my best friend, I will always love you."

Jamie smiled at her and hugged her close. His day was starting to look up.