Trucker Hat:

I stared at the screen of my computer. The desktop showed me several snapshots of a tanned girl, long, layered hair falling into her intense almond eyes, like chocolate brown. She was short, standing a foot shorter than the guy next to her, with his scruffy black hair, and a trucker hat tucked securely on his head, aforementioned hair sticking out from above his ears.

In the first photo they both had large smiles plastered on the faces, and he hugged her close to him, looking down at her. In the second, her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a laugh, strands of her fringe falling onto her face. He was looking down at her, something unreadable in her eyes. The last photo showed the two of them with their foreheads pressed together, noses touching.

The images were blurring in front of me. I felt a tear fall down my cheek, but I brushed it away, the smell of nail polish filling my nose.

I tightened the brush on to the bottle and set it aside. Passionfruit Yellow.

It was kind of a horrible colour. But there you go. My boyfriend never did have any taste. It made me look like I had jaundice, but the things you do to keep a boy happy.

It was our first year anniversary. It wasn't an ideal relationship, never had been. It basically consisted of Chase and I arguing over everything, even something as simple as how to get to school of a morning, and then making up later, seeing as I never had the heart to really and truly end things with him.

I gave myself a once over in the mirror. The blue dress Chase had picked out for me wasn't too bad, but it didn't really suit me. Again, I couldn't blame him. At least he got an ok colour.

The yellow nail polish did nothing for the drab blue that he had picked out, but he had made me promise to wear it. He had put on his puppy dog face, and I just couldn't resist, no matter how jaundiced it made me look.

The pair of strappy silver heels was probably the nicest thing he'd picked out for me. They fit me perfectly, and were the right height for me and everything.

A note inside the box explained it all to me.

Hey Jamie. You and I both know how BAD Chase's colour co-ordination is (Do you really think that he dresses like he does by himself?).

I stopped to laugh, stray tears from the moment before winding their way down my cheeks.

So, I thought that I would help him out a little and picked out these shoes for you. Sorry about the dress. It's a bit dull and won't look that hot on you. I had this perfect turquoise number all lined up, but Chase insisted on the blue. And I swear that I had no idea about the nail polish. What was that boy thinking? Anyway, hope tonight is good for you.

Love, Diana

I was about to fold the note closed when I saw the PS.

P.S. Be careful tonight.

I rolled my eyes. Diana was like the sister I never had. She was two years older than Chase and I, but ever since I had been going out with him, his sister had been a great friend, especially to my only child situation.

I dabbed some lip-gloss over my parched lips, and tossed it into my bag.

I gave myself one last look-over and then turned to my computer. The two smiling faces stared back at me, though they only had eyes for each other.

Will hadn't been very happy when Chase asked me out. He didn't talk to me for a while after I actually agreed to go out with him. For just one date.

But things kind of changed and they got kind of serious.

Between the two of us, things were great. At the beginning. It was all hugs and affection, some making out, and it was all really good. But now, it was just the fighting, and the arguing… But our first anniversary? Would that really be the right time to end things? Could I even end things?

The phone rang, breaking into my reverie.

I picked up the phone, cradling it between my shoulder and ear as I bent over to turn off the computer.

"Hey," a soft voice came through the phone.

"Have fun tonight yeah?" I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, but I didn't call him up on it.

"Thanks Will. It means a lot to me to hear you say that."

He laughed. "Even if I don't really mean it? Even if I don't really like the guy?"

I nodded to myself. "Yeah. I know that it hurts you for me to be with him. But he's a really good guy, Will. One day you'll see that."

"And what about the fighting and the arguing?"

I sighed. "It's not about that Will. He really cares. We just don't agree on some things..."

"Everything," Will muttered.

"Maybe so, but he cares. He really does Will."

"You could do so much better though, Jamie."

I could hear the anger rising in his voice. Will was usually calm and collected, and always controlled his anger, but when it came to talking about Chase, he completely lost it.

"Please Will. Just be happy for me?"

He resigned himself to a sigh. "Sorry. I just worry about you..."

"I know. And I really appreciate that. But just let me go a bit."


The silence was nice, just being connected like that with a phone and some wiring. It didn't matter that he was only a house behind.

The door bell rang. My parents were out so I had to get it myself.

Apparently Will had heard it too.

"I better let you go," he said. "Look after yourself ok?"

"Yeah. Thanks Will."


I heard the click of his phone on the end.

I went to get the door.

"Hey Chase," I said breathlessly.

He grinned. "You look hot Jamie."

I forced myself to keep calm. I hadn't exactly been going for "hot". Gorgeous or something would have done, but hot cheapened it all.

"I'll be right back. I just have to shut down my computer."

He nodded and I let him in.

Chase settled himself on the couch.

I headed back to my room.

The two smiling faces were infront of me again. I could feel my eyes blurring.

What had happened to those two people? Had it all really changed because of Chase?

I traced the lines of Will's face on the screen, then took my hand away. I kissed the tips of my fingers then pressed them to his cheek.

I missed him I really did. But things with Chase were...

Were what? Anything but perfect? That sounded about right. I just still couldn't realise why I was with him.

I click OK on the shutdown option, and watched as the two smiling faces faded away.

"Jamie? You ready?"

I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears.

I came out of my room and headed back to the living room.

"Yeah. I'm ready."

Chase grinned. "Then let's go."

He led me out of the house and to his car.

I got in, and the heavy rock blasting out of his stereo did everything to destroy the already fragile romantic moment of our first anniversary.

What the night was going to be like, I had no idea. I only hoped that it didn't end in any arguments.

We reached the restaurant and Chase parked the car.

He found a gentlemanly side to himself, and helped me out of the car, and opening the door of the restaurant for me.

"Table under Darcy," he told the waiter, who promptly led us to a small booth next to the window.

"When you are ready to order..." He moved to the side and waited for us to order.

I had no idea what we were doing here. It was a cramped restaurant, lovely by standards, but it wasn't our thing. Or definitely not my thing, anyway.

I had a look at the menu. It was pricey. It wasn't like Chase couldn't afford it, but I just didn't want to take advantage of all that.


He looked up. "Yeah?"

"What are we doing here?"

He looked surprised. "I thought this was what you wanted..."

He left the statement hanging.

I shook my head and smiled. "Chase, this was what you wanted. You never asked me."

Chase looked flustered, trying to hide behind the menu. "I thought that all girls-"

I cut him off. "Since when was I like other girls?"

He frowned. "Why do you always have to argue with me when we go out?"

I looked at him, shocked. "Don't blame it all on me, Chase. It's not like you've never started an argument!"

Chase got up from the table, clearly looking pissed off. "You know what, Jamie? You're not worth it. You're not worth all this. I spend so much just trying to make you happy. But you're never satisfied. You should just go run home to Will. God knows that you want him more than you've ever wanted me."

I glared at him. "Fine. I wasn't going to do this tonight, but fine. You and I are over."

I dumped my napkin on the table and walked out, only letting the tears fall once I was outside in the cold.

I crossed my arms over my chest, hugging myself. The wind was blowing into my face, wisps of hair blowing into my teary eyes.

I wasn't sure why I was crying. I mean, I wanted to break up with him in the first place. I guess I just thought that tonight was going to be one perfect night, one night of things like they used to be. But it turns out that I was wrong.

I heard a car drive up beside me, the headlights bright against my sore eyes.

It pulled up on the kerb, and the window rolled down.

"Jamie, get in."

I turned to look at the driver.

Recognising the face, I smiled and nodded, wiping the tears away from my face.

I got in and stared at my hands.

"Thanks," I said softly, letting my eyes close.

"I love you."

The voice was distant, as I let myself drift off to sleep.

I groaned as I felt someone lift me out of the car.

"Sssh. I'm just taking you inside."

I nodded, sleepily, my eyes still closed, letting myself drift back to sleep.

I felt myself being set down on a couch, and wriggled around to get myself comfortable.

"You alright?"

I murmured a yes.

"Alright then. If you need anything, I'll be upstairs."

God, she looked beautiful, just lying there on the couch. It wasn't right for him to be thinking about her like that, but he couldn't help it.

He watched her as she drifted to sleep, before heading upstairs to his own room.

The room was dark only a sliver of moonlight shining through the crack in the curtains. Through them, he could see her house, but he couldn't take her home, because her parents would be way too concerned, and he knew that she didn't want that.

He stared at his computer, the screen bright in contrast to the dark room. Two faces smiled at each other, their foreheads touching. Their faces were so close that had anyone else looked at the photo, one would think that the two were a couple.

But they were far from it.

He couldn't help but smile at the photo. He could remember clearly the day that it was taken. It had been a Saturday, on one of their traditional day outs. She had insisted that they go out to a couple of op shops, so she could look for some skirts for a school theatre production, while he had tagged a long, if only just to enjoy her company and tease her about the kiss that she was going to have to do with Chase Darcy. He could remember all the times that she had blushed. They had taken the photos after all the op shopping, handing the camera to a random passer-by. Then she had told him what it was really about, and why she kept blushing every time he mentioned Chase.

Needless to say, the day hadn't ended well at all. He had gotten furious with her for even thinking about him like that and she had left, tears running down her face, because he couldn't accept what she was feeling.

He switched the computer off, trying to switch the memory off in his head.

He looked to his bed, but found the idea of sleep unthinkable, not with her downstairs.

Sighing, he took a blanket from his bed, then headed back downstairs, tiptoeing, and making sure to skip the fourth step, which always creaked.

They had discovered that together, the night that they had tried to sneak out of the house to get to Chase's party. He hadn't approved of it all, simply because it was Chase and he just never had trusted him

It was why he had followed the two of them to the restaurant. He had been worried. She was always telling him about how things just weren't the same lately, and he had been worried for her, worried that Chase was going to hurt her or something.

He wasn't going to ask her anything, not now, not tomorrow, not the day after that. She would tell him, he was sure of it.

But for now, he would just sit and watch her sleep.

She was beautiful, even with tear stains on her cheeks.

On impulse, he got up from where he had sat down, on the floor next to the couch.

He bent over her, his hand brushing her cheek.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

He stood back suddenly, as she rolled over on the couch, murmuring silently.

He made sure not to make a sound, then settled back on the floor, reprimanding himself for even daring to get so close.

He could never let her know. What he had said in the car had been a mistake. Not a mistake, but he never should have done it.

They were best friends, and that's all she'd ever see him as: her best friend.

And he would have to live with that. He didn't want to risk losing her. It would break him. And she would never see him as anything as else. So he'd never say anything, just hope, wish and imagine what could have been.

As his eyes flickered shut, he let his dreams take him to a place where things were perfect.

I yawned as I woke up, the sun filtering in directly on my face. My hand hit something, and I jolted awake.

I looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. I was just at Will's house, nothing to worry about.

But wait. Maybe there was something to worry about.

What the hell was I doing here?

I got up from the couch and winced as my foot hit the coffee table loudly.

To my left, I heard a murmur, and then peered over the edge of the couch. It was Will.

I nudged him lightly, and his eyes flickered open.

I smiled. "Hey," I said softly, my voice still croaky from sleep.

He nodded in reply, something unreadable in his eyes. But then again, Will was always like that, always hiding something behind his eyes. Usually I had a knack for reading them, but there was just one expression in his eyes that I could never read. This was it.

I sighed. "What happened?" I asked.

He smiled sadly. "You don't remember?"

I paused to think, knowing that if I tried hard enough it would come to me.

He frowned. "Why do you always have to argue with me when we go out?"

I looked at him, shocked. "Don't blame it all on me, Chase. It's not like you've never started an argument!"

Chase got up from the table, clearly looking pissed off. "You know what, Jamie? You're not worth it. You're not worth all this. I spend so much just trying to make you happy. But you're never satisfied. You should just go run home to Will. God knows that you want him more than you've ever wanted me."

I glared at him. "Fine. I wasn't going to do this tonight, but fine. You and I are over."

"I broke up with Chase," I said softly.

Will nodded, then moved over to where I was sitting on the couch. I made some space for him, then leaned in to him, familiarity warming over me.

A warm flood of tears flowed from eyes, but I wiped them away with the back of my hand.

Will didn't even need to say anything. He just moved closer to me, an arm around my shoulders pulling me closer to him.

I loved that about him. He always knew. He never had to say anything. He never needed to.

I loved his warmth that he spread through me. Just being that close to him was heaven.

Best friends just shouldn't have thoughts like that about each other.

He kissed me lightly on the top of my head. "It'll be ok," he murmured.

I turned to look at him, then leaned forward, my lips pressing against his.

It was pure bliss.

Will pulled away, a look of alarm in his eyes.

I turned away, my cheeks flushed.

"Jamie?" he said after a while, his eyes trying to catch my own, but I kept avoiding him.

"It was a mistake," I muttered, gathering my things and heading to the front door.

"Jamie!" he called, as I ran out of his house.

I could I have done that? We were friends, best friends, and I might have just ruined it for both of us.

This was worse than breaking up with Chase. It was like breaking up with a part of myself.

I ran home, sitting down on the steps, breathless. I had my keys, but I knew that if I went in I'd wake my family up. That was the last thing that I wanted.

As a family, we were pretty close, but my two brothers and sister had all thought that Chase was a bad idea. Since I had gone out with him, things had been strained between the four of us. The last thing I wanted to do was have them know that things didn't work out after all.

I took my mp3 out of my bag and put it in my ears, letting my all time favourites Switchfoot, calm me own.

"Jamie! Jamie!"

I looked up to find Will standing infront of me, breathless.

"Don't ever run out of my house like that again," was the first thing he said once he had caught his breath.

I smiled softly, putting my mp3 away and patting the empty space next to me.

He sat and put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

"Was it a mistake?" he asked so softly that I almost didn't hear him. "Coz I... I don't want it to be a mistake."

I looked at him. "What?" I said dumbly.

He shook his head and laughed quietly. "Don't you get it Jamie? You know what they say about guys and girls being best friends... Was it a mistake?"

I shook my head shyly.


And then I felt his lips cover mine.

"I love you Jamie, I always have and I always will."

I smiled. "You know what Will? I think I love you too."

"Think?" he joked.

I poked my tongue out at him.

Before I knew it, he was kissing me again.

This was the beginning of something totally new.

But for now, I just didn't want this moment to end.

Ew. Yuck. Again, this was my plan for a nice long chapter story... but it never turned out that way. Because it all came too quickly, but whatever. So here it is as a one-shot. But don't worry, I still have some more chapter ideas that I've started working on. But lately I just don't have the motivation to write them, and it's all kind of going all weird. But yeah, once I get them up a bit more, I'll start posting them.