Put Your Heart Where Your Mouth Is

The concert was now over, we were now sitting in a nearby Starbucks', and my head was still spinning at Ludicrous Speed. Pat was filming everyone without their permission, and everyone else in the restaurant continued to stare at him while scarfing down their frappes.

Pat turned the camera on Wren and Kennedy, who were flirting shamelessly between kissed on the other side of the table. I wrinkled my nose, and faced forward. John was texting. Ugh.

"Do you ever put that thing away?" I asked before I could stop myself. That came out a lot bitchier than it sounded in my head.

He handed me his phone, "Look at the screen."

From: ALEXXX.
I really like her. I should ask her out. Scratch that. I'm going to ask her out. Questions? Coments? Leave 'em in the suggestion box because I've got to chase Jack out of my bed. He's going through my MySpace messages again...

My eyes widened. I looked up at John, who gave me a knowing smile. "And so?" He asked. "Questions? Comments?"

I put my head on the table. "Here lies Andrea Brock. Cause of death--she couldn't make up her fucking mind."

Pat absently pet my head while I stayed motionless and sighed. I had to pick one, I knew I couldn't keep three guys just...floating. It wasn't fair.
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That night, I was wide awake with the sheets pulled over my head, and my headphones screeching from the volume on my iPod being all the way up.

The lights were still on, and John was watching TV next to me. I knew he could hear the gears in my brain grinding together.

He tapped my shoulder, practically screaming so I could hear him. "Do you not know what you're going to say to Alex?"

I put my head in my hands, and mumbled a reply. "I don't know what to do about any of them."

"What?" He hesitated. "You don't like Alex? But I thought--"

"No." I shook my head, "I do. He's just...He's not the only one."

"Garrett." He said, sounding extremely sure of himself.

"And someone else." I admitted weakly.

"Damn, Andy." Ge smirked, "Thank God you're not taken, or this would be a big problem."

I grimaced. "It's already a big problem."

"Do you want to talk about it? I mean, I've got ears...and some emotions. It might work out?" He offered.

"I kind of, sort of, maybe like you too?" It sounded more like a question than the firm statement I was trying so hard to make. Everything sounded a little less shakey when I wasn't saying it out loud.

He didn't say anything for a while. He just sat there, staring absently at nothing. "I can see us together."