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Angie and Jesse

This story with this two friends are the most cute and dramatic at the same time. You will like this story a lot <3


Angie and Jesse

"Hey, Jesse?" I called my boyfriend of 4 years from the room over, "Are you busy?"

"Need help?" He came sauntering in.


"Course." He grinned, instantly making me forget my anxiety; for a moment, anyways. "What do you want me to do?"

"Well, I have a paper due tomorrow and I haven't started and I'm pretty much screwed, plus I need to start packing for our move and I haven't even started sorting everything and I have to-"

"Breathe, Ang." Jesse put his hands on my shoulders, "Just stay calm, alright?"

"Right, calm." I breathed, mentally making a list of what needed to be done.

"How about I finishing packing my things while you start your paper?"

Agreeing, I set off for our small, but useable, dining room to grab my laptop I had left on the table.

Passing our standard apartment kitchen, I noticed Jesse had been in the middle of sorting our appliances and dishes.

We moved into this apartment straight out of high school after dealing with so much nonsense back home.

Leaving everything behind us, Jesse and I started university together and have been doing well for the past 2 years.

We have the typical relationship background-- we started as best friends and after a usual Friday night out with Jesse, he told me it was a date when he dropped me off.. It all started with him building me a fort-- which I love. We've been together for the past 4 years since then.

"Ang?" Jesse yelled for me, "Should I start a box for your stuff or just leave it?"

"Start a box, thanks!" I called back, knowing he had most likely already started one and my 'no' would be ignored.

Snatching up my laptop from the dining room table, I caught sight of a purple sticky note sticking out.

Opening my laptop to see it, I realized it was a note from Jesse.

Ang, smile. Once we move everything will be okay again.1

Love, Jesse

Laughing, I shook my head and stuck it inside my notebook. Jesse has been leaving me notes since we started dating and I've kept them all.

What? They make me smile.

"Jesse," I didn't wait for a reply, "You're so cheesy."

"What did I do now?" Jesse snuck up behind me, as usual.

"I'm going to have a heart attack one of these days, I swear." I shook off the fear, "You're so cheesy for leaving me these." I waved my notebook of notes around.

"But I love you." He wrapped his arms around me.1

"I know you do." I laughed.

"Not gonna say it back today?" He smirked.

"You should know me by now." I grinned, knowing he knows full well I love him back.

"I might think you're only playing me one of these days, Angie Wells." He let go of me.

"I've thought that of you for years, Jesse McKay." I said over my shoulder, walking down the hallway to our study room.

Jesse is a good looking guy-- and I'm not just saying that. I dealt with jealous girls the last two years of high school when we started dating. A few times I was jealous, but for other reasons.

In grade 11, my mom decided it would be better for me to live with my aunt and cousins 45 minutes away. I fought hard to stay, even suggesting to stay with Jesse. But because she worked weird hours at the hospital, she didn't want me to be alone so much and off I went to my aunt's.

Grade 12 was the year I started at a new school and met new friends. Jesse and I continued to date and the distance was hard. We visited each other every weekend and talked on the phone or texted everyday.

It was a hard time for me and sometimes I was jealous of everyone else back in my hometown being able to see Jesse. Silly, right? I know.

Dealing with tons of other crap on top of that did not help.

But that could take up an entire story, so I'll leave it at that.

"Ang?" Jesse stood behind me at the other end of the hallway, "I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled, walking into the study to finally start my paper.

Soon after starting, I realized I wasn't going to get much work done with Jesse packing. He makes a lot of noise.

Plugging headphones into my computer, I played music quietly to tune him out.

Typing away, I had a three page paper finished in two hours. Rereading over it at least a dozen times before printing, I finally stuck the finished product in my binder.

Heading back out to the hallway, I could hear voices at the front door.

"How's Ang?" One voice asked.

"Stressed, but good." Jesse answered.

"We thought maybe she'd have lost it by now." Another laughed.

"I'm tougher than I look." I turned the corner to see Jesse's best friends and my good friends Chevy and Ty.

"God, is that true." Jesse mumbled under his breath. "I was just telling these guys that they've got to go because we're no where near ready to move in a 4 days." He said clearer.

"Aw, no need to be rude, Jesse." Ty pushed up his black glasses.

"Yeah, Jesse." I teased, leaving him to deal with his friends.

We met Tyler (Ty) and Chevy in grade 12. Their families had been friends with Jesse's parents and soon the three boys were close.

I like Ty and Chevy better than any other friends Jesse has had. Chevy's loud, caring, and funny while Ty's quieter, thoughtful, and just as funny.

"So did you finish your paper?" Jesse's arms wrapped around me as I stood in the kitchen, making me jump.

"Yup. All three pages." I smiled, spinning around to see him.

"Good," He gave me a kiss, "Now you can help me pack."

"Where's Ty and Chevy?" I tried looking around him, avoiding the comment about packing.

"They came to drop off the movies Chevy borrowed." I must have looked worried that Jesse had kicked them out because he said, "Don't worry. I didn't actually tell them they had to leave. Ty's meeting his parents downtown and Chevy's got a date."

We stood hugging in the kitchen for a few minutes.

"We've gotta pack, Ang." Jesse murmured in my ear.

"Not now." I whispered.



"You're the one stressing out about it." He made a point.

"I'm avoiding it now." I snuggled in closer to him.

"Come on," He tugged on my arm, "I'll make you a surprise if we pack."

"Fine." I gave in.

Four days is not a lot to get ready.

Usually I'm on top of this kind of thing. Leaving homework and packing until the last minute is not what I do, but my cousin's Tess and Eva invited me to a week long production of a play they were in. All last week I was away at that, and of course Jesse came along instead of staying to pack.

Packing up our kitchen, we left out four plates, glasses, and sets of silverware for the next few days.

Jesse promised he'd pay for any take-out we buy after we argued about needing pots and pans to cook. He figured we'd be fine without, but I know we'll need some.


"Can we take a break?" I whined, giving Jesse a pouty face.

"Don't do that." He covered his eyes, "Come on, you know we need to finish."

"I know." I sighed, looking around the dining room and living room.

"The move will be good." Jesse grinned, giving me a kiss on the forehead, "Let's go pack more stuff."

Shuffling to our room, I stepped in and found our things everywhere.

"What the he-" Jesse kissed me to shut me up.

"I got this." He waved his arms around the room, "I promise."


"I promise, Ang. It'll be clean and your stuff will be safely and neatly in boxes."

Groaning and grumbling, I grabbed boxes to pack up the study. I took apart our IKEA desk and packed up the pieces. All of our books and computer cords, disks, and things went into boxes too-- except my laptop charger.

After an hour, I went in search of Jesse. Our room didn't have much to be packed up, just tons of clothes had been thrown everywhere by Jesse.


I saw our bedroom door shut.

"Hey, Jesse?"

I knocked.

"Not this." I muttered, "This is not happening."

I went to the kitchen.

"I swear to god, Jesse. Where are you?"

He wasn't in the kitchen or dining room.

"Please don't do this."

He wasn't in the living room or bathroom.

"Jesse.." I stood across from our bedroom door.

Maybe he's out in the hall.

I doubted it, but maybe.

Stepping out into the hallway, I heard the click of the door locking and realized I was locked out.

"Jesse!" I banged on the door.

This better not be like.. No, I'm sure he's forgotten that by now.

"Jesse! Open the door!" I heard him laughing inside.

He purposely locked me out.

Tired and defeated, I sat down against our door.

I sat outside for 20 minutes before falling back into our apartment.

Jesse opened the door on me.

While I was against it.

"Jesse, where are you?" I raced back inside.

I saw purple sticky notes throughout the apartment with arrows.

Following them, I walked through every single room in our apartment before the arrows stopped in front of our bedroom.

Come in.

A sticky note posted on the door said.

"Jesse..." I pushed on the door, memories of four years ago flashing in my mind.

In front of my was a huge, blanket and pillow fort.

He built me another fort.

Just like the one four years ago when he asked me out.

I love forts.

Pushing aside the blanket door, I crawled in, hearing Bruno Mars playing from Jesse's phone.

"Surprise!" He kissed me on the head as I cuddled up beside him.

"I can't believe you did this again."

"I can't believe you fell for it again." Jesse teased.

"I didn't think you remembered doing this before." I admitted, holding his hand.

"It was the day I asked out the most amazing, beautiful, intelligent girl I've ever known. I remember everything about it."

"You're so cheesy." I laughed, kissing him.

"But you love me for it." Jesse kissed me back. Smiling against his lips, I gave him another quick kiss before pulling away. "I kept my promise, didn't I?"

"Of making me a surprise? Yeah, you did." I grinned.

"I'm hoping you like it because we have to sleep in here tonight." Jesse laughed as I whacked him with a pillow.


"I may or may not have used our bed frame as a base to tie everything too."

"Jesse..." I groaned.

"I love you too." He stole a kiss.

"That's not what I said."

"It's what I heard." Looking up at Jesse, I saw him grinning like an idiot.

"We're sleeping in here for the next couple of days, aren't we?" I looked around, noticing our mattress on the floor inside the fort, and boxes stacked on our bed frame with blankets tied and tucked around.

"I love you so much, Ang." He laughed, squeezing my hand.

"Jesse, you're insane." I laughed with him, "But I love you so much for it."

"So, you're okay with sleeping in here?"

"Ask me again later after it comes crashing down on us."

"Hey! I'm the master at building forts. It won't come-" I shut him up with a kiss.+

"We'll see."


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