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Remember that one night? You know what night I'm talking about. The one...the one night you finally told me how you really felt. I remember. It was October. It was cool enough outside to be warmed by a sweater, but not so cold as to need to go the whole mittens and scarf route.It never really got that cold here. You call it the hoodie season. Because all kids our age wore diuring the fall and winter were hoodies. I thought it was a silly thing for you to say and always laughed when you brought it up. Secretly, I think it's really cute. I told you that on that one night. "That one night." It's funny how we've both nicknamed it "that one night." October ninth, "that one night." Anyway. I didn't hear you come in. Which isn't unusual I suppose. Charlie didn't bark. Well, that's not unusual either. He never barks at you. You're over here so much, he thinks you're part of the family. The rest of my family would agree, you are like family to them. But not to me. You're so much more to me than family. You didn't know that until "that one night" though. I guess I'm a bit suprised...we've known each other since I was three and you moved in next door. You were five. I don't remember much from then. I was only three. My first memory of you and me together is when your mom cam over to my house next door. Our mom's were talking and laughing and doing "grown up things" while we played. I remember we went into the kitchen because I told you I knew where the animal crackers were. You got that devilish look in your eye that you still get, even to this day, and we both slipped past our mothers into the kitchen. You pushed the stool over to the pantry and climbed up it. You could barely reach the animal crackers, they were on the very top shelf! You jumped and knocked the box down and it hit the floor, spewing crackers everywhere. By the time our moms found us in the kitchen, we'd already consumed half the contents of the box and made a huge mess all over the floor. or crackers and crumbs. Do you remember? We had so much fun when we were kids. I thought it was crazy of me to think about you the way I had been lately. How could I ever consider you as more than a friend? You were like my brother. I was too afraid to tell you how I felt, for fear that out friendship would deteriorate if you didn't feel the same. How akward would things be between us then? I couldn't risk destroying "us." I remember that "that one night." It was the night Mike had dumped me. I was distraught, sobbing and crying "Why God, why? What did I do wrong?" I was sitting on my bed with the covers pulled up around me, hugging my pillow with Brand New playing in the background. The stars on my ceileing were the only "lights" besides the scrolling numbers on my stereo. I never heard you come in. I didn't hear the door open and then close. I didn't hear you trip over the huge pile of clothes in my room. You always complained about my messy room. I didn't even hear you crawl up on the bed with me. My bed squeaks. Damn old springs. My dad is too cheap to buy another matress. I always complained about him and that stupid matress and why I was so tired. I remember once, I was up all night trying to get to sleep, and I was so tired in the morning that on the ride to school I fell asleep on you on the bus. I even drooled on your shirt. You laughed it off and said it was ok and that you didn't mind. "That one night" was the best night of my life. You crawled into bed with me, as I was sobbing, hysterical. The moment I realized you were there with me, I fell into your arms and clung to you, my fingers digging into your shirt and holding you so tight. You wrapped your arms around me and kissed my forehead and rocked me slowly till I calmed down. You stopped rocking when I stopped crying. I slowly loosened my grip on your shirt and leaned back to look at you. You had this sadness in your eyes that made me want to start crying again. I remember kissing you for the first time "that one night." We both leaned in slowy. You stopped, your lips millimeters from mind. We were both barely breathing. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it would break a few ribs. I slid my arms from around your neck to your face and tiltled your head. Our parted lips melted onto each other and for the first time in my life, fireworks exploded in my head as we kissed. I'd never been kissed the way you kissed me before "that one night." We sunk down into the bed and layed next to each other. I pressed my body so close to yours, afraid to let you go. We fell asleep together "that one night," and I don't think I've woken up yet. It feels like such a dream. It's been almost a year now. It's September 28th and I have "that one night <3" penned in on my calendar in the box that says "October 9." I am the luckiest girl in the world.