can i finally say i love you?

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It was nice to be home again. Well, America at least. Devon breathed in the not so fresh New York air once she stepped off the plane. It was so different from the fresh air that was all over Europe. Devon had finally done her dream trip and packed her bags to head to Europe. And managed to keep her job. mostly because she was in between jobs at the moment and didn't have to worry about costume making. That was another thing that had been nice about the trip. She was able to relax and not worry about sizing or damage from the stunts. She really hated when her outfits got ruined so quickly. On some jobs, she didn't try as hard as she should because of that problem but she never failed to do her job right.

Devon gathered all her luggage and double checked her phone for the message she was waiting for. Instead of flying straight home to California, Devon signed herself up for a landing in New York. And there was only one reason Devon would ever put herself in New York: Jack Bailey. She preferred California, but then again, she had done a number of things for her best friend since college. Oh those dark, dark, days. He had no idea she was home though, and Devon stopped her trip early since she'd been to everywhere she wanted to be in Europe and it was no fun missing Jack. The message she was waiting for was the text that would tell her of Jack's exact location. Devon had called Jack's agent before boarding her plane and asked him to keep discreet tabs on jack and let her know. To Devon's surprise the agent had agreed to it; she never seemed to like Devon. Then again, most girls didn't when they realized that Jack's best friend was a girl. And Devon used that upper hand all the time since most girls were heart breakers. She would kick their ass with no questions asked.

The five foot five girl slid into the back of a cab, looking down at her phone as soon as it beeped.

"Where ya headed, miss?" the cab driver asked, looking at Devon through his rear view mirror.

"Le Chat Noir Cafe." Devon read the text out loud, a little confused as to why Jack would be at a cafe. He was either being weird or on a date. Devon hoped it was a date. She'd be able cause some trouble for the newly divorced Jack Bailey. She smiled a little to herself and sat back as she watched the New York City buildings go by. It was easy to see why so many people were attracted to New York. It just held the name of fame and new lives.

One perk of having a name was that Devon didn't have to worry about the little things, like having her luggage dropped off to Jack's temporary residence in New York so that she wouldn't have to lug it around with her. After handing her driver the cab fare, she stepped out onto the sidewalk and squinted her eyes as they adjusted to the sunlight. Once she spotted the cafe she skipped over, very skillfully in her heels, and pushed through the front doors without even looking at the seating staff, "Someone's waiting for me." She told them promptly with a smile. She came off as rude a lot times, though she never meant to be as snobby as she seemed. Deep down she was the most caring girl her friends had ever seen. She had two different sides that people had to figure out. Then she looked around for the familiar figure of Jack and his slightly messy brown hair and built frame he took care of.

She spotted him sitting alone, much to her surprise, and walked over, "Well look at this gorgeous man." she muttered behind him, leaning over to give him a hug, "Why are you eating all alone?" She asked, after she finally let go and slid herself onto his lap. It was an automatic reaction and Devon did it without much thought. A lot of people did a double take since they weren't dating but seemed like a couple on most days. Jack was sometimes uncomfortable but Devon did it anyway. Oh the love of friends.

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He wasn't on a date, so he really was being weird. Lately, he'd been missing his old life. Especially being in LA when it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted. When Tristan didn't have to run off to film and when he came home, his friends would still be there waiting for him. When Devon was planning on moving in with him and when his cousin Blake Bailey was still there for him. Granted, he was single again, but it just wasn't the same. Tristan didn't want to be anywhere near him and Devon was still out of the picture. He was glad Kate was there; they seemed to be getting along lately, but it wasn't what he was used to. For old time's sake, though, he decided to go out.

He had to admit, it wasn't really like old times for him to go out alone, but it's what he wanted right now. There was no one to go out with anyway. No one that he wanted, at least. Jack slipped on a pair of shades and a ski hat before stepping out of his apartment, only to be accompanied by two girls who lived in the same apartment building insisted they spend the night out with Jack. After a lot of convincing, Jack managed to take a raincheck. He really wanted to be alone right now. Or better yet: he didn't want to be around screaming fans. Jack made his way into the restaurant. He hadn't made a reservation, but he came here a lot. Wasn't surprised that the host recognized him and let him in. It was a good thing that he wasn't exactly a screaming fan.

After sitting down, he was approached by a waiter who asked for his order. He wasn't sure what he was even in the mood for, so instead of wasting his time on the menu, he asked for a glass of wine. When the waiter walked off, Jack signed and removed his sunglasses, setting it on the table. He didn't notice what he'd done wrong and now a few people were looking over, slowly recognizing him. It wasn't long before he heard a voice behind him. It was then he realized it was probably a bad idea to remove his glasses. And before he'll know it, he'll be approached from all corners with cameras and offers to sign autographs. There was something about the voice that seemed oddly familiar, though. It was when she hugged him and sat on his lap, he found out why her voice was so familiar.

At first, Jack couldn't believe his eyes as his lips spread into the biggest smile. She spoke again and Jack chuckled, "Devon!!" He finally spoke, squeezing the girl in his arms into a tigher hug, forgetting about her question. "Holy shit, it's so good to see you!"It was probably odd to see Jack Bailey alone, who wouldn't have the same question? But it wasn't important right now, "What are you doing here?!" It was shocking enough she was back to the states, but in New York? In this restaurant. No way was that a coincidence. "What the hell are you doing here!...onmylap." Not long after that did Jack realize how awkward this looked. But for once, he didn't care. Man, was it really good to see her.

[devonblakewest]

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When Jack's smile spread across his face, Devon finally felt normal. She could hear people buzzing around, probably because of her entrance and Jack's not so settle disguise. She wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a squeeze, "I missed you too." She laughed, settling down on his lap better and taking a sip of his wine. She made a face, since wine wasn't really her drink. Neither was beer or coffee. But she drank those too once in a while. Coffee was a need in her life these days, but she still hated the taste of it. She placed his glass back down and shifted to rest her head on Jack's shoulder. Jet lag was going to be a problem for the next few days. She ran her fingers through his hair, slipping his ridiculous ski hat off. Being in Europe changed a lot of her input and she realized how much she loved home. And how badly she needed her friends around her. She was surprised by how long she lasted on her own in Europe without someone elses bed to climb into. Poor jack had a lot of interrupted nights.

"I'm back from my trip; I missed you too much." She shrugged, fighting off a yawn, "And your comfortable lap." She added with a smile before picking her head up and ruffling her hair up a bit as she picked up the menu, realizing the last meal she had was on the airplane. She wiggled around a little, knowing it would set Jack on the edge. Mainly because she was right there on him, but it was fun for her. She looked over her shoulder at him, "You should have come to Europe with me. It was amazing." She sighed. She remembered walking the streets of Italy wishing that she had someone with her. Lover or not. Though she had met a number of men over in Europe. She was just not a fan of flings. She'd have to make him go with her one day. After ordering herself a meal she set the menu back down, "So why are you here all alone?" She asked her best friend. It was odd that he was here alone. but Jack had done a number of odd things.

"So, hows life been without me?" She asked, with a small smile, "Life without you has been terrible." She laughed, since it was true and he was the only one she'd ever admit it to. Jack had been in her life since her early college days. And her stripping days. She tried to avoid remembering that. But thats how she'd met jack. It shouldn't have been a surprise that jack was at a strip club. But devon didn't think it would be the one she danced at. So when she saw him there, she nearly died. But it had been the start of their friendship. And Devon anchored herself to jack now. Maybe it was more like burdened herself with him, but Devon honestly had no problem with Jack. A lot of people decided to not like him, but Devon could never do that. And without fail she always defended him.

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It was true she defended him every time, but he wasn't sure why. He was grateful she was in his life, but sometimes he felt like she was more protective of him than he was of her. He didn't like that sometimes. Truth was, she never needed to be protected. It always seemed like she didn't need his help. In Jack's case, he didn't need her help, he needed just her. Although, there were times that she ruined all his perfect dates and the nice relationships of his that ended because of Devon; those times she just wanted her to poof. But then again, not once did he blame her; Jack was used to jumping from one girl to another and it was still nice to have Devon around. Actually, it was very nice. She defended him because she cared: he decided to leave it at that. When she wrapped her arms around his waist, he shot a glare at her, letting her know that he wasn't enjoying this. In all honesty, he was. He always secretly did enjoy how close she sometimes got to him without feeling uncomfortable and then not care how uncomfortable he was.

"Get your own wine, woman." He made a face the same time she made a face at the wine and smirked to himself. She never did like wine, that was always just him. Then again, she didn't like beer either, she wasn't normal at all. He moved the glass to the center of the table, not expecting her head to fall on his shoulder. She apparently missed him way more than he missed her; he didn’t think was possible. Before he knew it, his hat was slipped off and her fingers were running through his fair. This was really getting uncomfortable; this girl was this close to drawing the line. More people were looking over now, it was obvious they all knew who they both were. He was starting to see camera phones being pulled out.

Jack looked down at her when she picked up the menu. he figured the least he could do right now for her is buy her lunch, she did seem like she wanted something to eat. Before he could even open his mouth to ask what she wanted, Devon started wiggling around on his lap. That’s it. He hissed to himself and slid her away. It was useless pushing her off because she would just sit back down. By the time he snapped out of it, she had already ordered her food. So she was two steps ahead. Always had been. Besides, he was a little distracted. When she quested him, he thought about it as well. At first, he, too, forgot why he was here alone. He just wanted to be alone, ”Well, because you weren’t here.” She probably already knew him and Nina split up. That still didn’t explain to her why he was alone, though. Man, did those two have some catching up to do.

Jack chuckled at her comment and nodded. ”Life without you, Devon...” he spoke softly and kept his face expressionless, but soon smirked, ”was peaceful.” After another chuckle, he slid an arm under h er legs and lifted her into his arms, putting her down not so gently on the chair across from him before sitting back down in his own chair. ”And settle down, people are looking.” He hissed at her again, glancing over at a couple girls who were gawking at him. He looked away soon enough and downed the rest of the wine. The waiter returned and Jack picked up a bite of the fry that was now sitting on a plate in front of Devon.

”I meant what are you doing here, though? I would’ve thought you’d go back to LA....where are you staying? How did you know I was still in New Yo--hey, how’d you find me here?’ It was easier to be his normal talkative self when she was off of his lap and he was in a comfortable position. It woudln’t have made sense if Tristan told him. That boy didn’t want to have anything to do with Jack. Bianca maybe? Kate? Because probably would’ve never guessed he got closer to Kate while Devon was in Europe. There really was a lot they needed to catch up, though.

”So I see there weren’t many comfortable laps in Europe for you, then.” He could tell, even so, that she had a good time.

[devonblakewest]

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So Devon's affection for Jack was probably more personal and deeper than Jack's caring for Devon. And she would openly admit that she loved Jack and right now, and probably forever, he was the person she cared about most. He was her best friend and that was that. He would have to deal the brutal life with her because even if one day Jack told her to get lost, she wouldn't leave him. She'd like to think that Jack secretly needed her in his life whether he knew it or not, "Oh shutup. You missed me. Especially when your woman left you. Which by the way, I told you so." She muttered after plopped down onto her own chair. She pouted a little being mean because well... he sat her in hew own seat. And it was easier to pout and demand with Jack around because he wouldn't take her seriously. And probably ignore her protests. She crossed her arms and looked around the restaurant, smiling at every phone she could see pointing her way. Might as well. Though Jack was probably going to strangle her later. Which wouldn't be hard since she'd arranged to stay with him, and NC for the new film she'd be helping work on.

"Oh, I'm staying with you, silly. Where else would I go?" She answered sweetly, reaching over to give him a pat on the cheek, "But not all the time, I'll most likely be in North Carolina or wherever since I got myself a gig on.. Camp Knockout." She took a moment to recall what movie she was setting costumes for. Their previous costume designer wasn't what they had wanted and they pulled strings to get a hold of Devon and offered her the job. She figured it was something to do. And after a quick flight home sometime soon, she'd be back on the east coast for the job. She'd heard there was eye candy on set anyway, so it wouldn't be too bad for Devon. She shrugged at Jack, "I called your agent. And I'm in New York because going home was just as lonely before getting to see you." She stuck her tongue out at him, hating the moments when she just seemed so obvious in how much she needed Jack in her life. She felt almost vulnerable when she wasn't around him. And the girls often tried to pry them apart, though Devon was sure Jack didn't know that. Men were oblivious to women's nature and their men. Devon often won the fight, driving the girls crazy with her constant reminder that she was in Jack's life and not going anywhere. The only one Devon hadn't pressed herself into was the marriage with Nina Clarke. Only because Nina seemed smart enough to know that Devon was in jack's life and well.. the whole marriage had been a scam. Till Jack actually started to like Nina.

"I found a few laps." But of course, no one stuck around. She was just an American babe to lay. Not to bring home to ma and pa. And well Devon had never really been lucky in the relationships category. She was almost desperate for a change, but she knew that her life was just starting and a relationship now could go for better or worse, "Just none that kept me interested." She sighed, picking at her food and throwing a fry at Jack when he plucked one from her plate, "Get your own fries, dude." She mimicked his voice from earlier when he scolded about his wine. Then stuck her tongue out again, "So, since we're both single how about some nights out like we use to do?"

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He had no doubt that she would openly admit to him that she loved him, she said it all the time. It was random and awkward sometimes, but he knew that she couldn't care less about that. Besides, it wasn't like he didn't say it back. Well, he didn't. But still. She should already know he loved her back. And the day he told this girl to actually get lost would probably be the same day he died if she really did leave. Not that she would; he didn't want her to. No matter how many relationships she screwed up for him, he managed to deal with her nonsense. No girl was worth losing Devon. And those that were worthy of his time, Devon didn't mess with them. Like Nina. Jack shot his best friend yet another glare and hissed, "She didn't..leave me." Technically, she quickly agreed to the divorce as soon as the six months were over and just moved out, but still. Okay, maybe she did leave. "You shut up, alright? Fine, I missed you. Things kinda fell apart too much for me after you left." He pouted, imitating the way she just pouted a second ago. He may have been joking, but he meant it too.

"With me?" He repeated after her, raising an eyebrow. Jack figured that if she could find him in New York City in a cafe, it couldn't have been hard for her to find out where he was living. Besides, he was still at the same penthouse that he bought for himself and Nina when they got married. He hadn't left that place yet. When she said that she would be in North Carolina, he smirked. Was it just him that wasn't there? "Camp Knockout, I've heard of it." He wasn't the one that was MIA, so it was easier to keep up with what was being filmed and where. He wasn't shocked, though. He had gotten used to knowing that his best friend now was an A-lister. It wasn't hard to land a gig anymore. The only problem was that while he got closer to Devon after her status change, he grew apart with Tristan, who went through the exact same thing. Couldn't help but wonder why. "You're a friggen creep." It's funny how his agent even knew, the freak had been keep an extra closer eye on him. "Well, i don't blame you. No one but Bianca's in LA. Even Tristan's not there anymore." He didn't want to bring up Tristan, so he let that subject drop. "Glad you're back, though."

"I'm glad none of them kept you interested." He rolled his eyes and very slightly jerked back when she threw a fry at him, he laughed, tossing it back as he ignored the fact that he might be attracting more attention. He didn’t need his own fries, he never was hungry to begin with, he just liked messing with Devon sometimes. ”Why do I need mine when I have those?” He took another fry before looking up at her. He wasn’t sure if what she said had more a meaning than it should, but it sure made him think. Now that they were both single? What did that mean anyway? Maybe she just meant that now that they both had time on their hands...or something. He raised an eyebrow at her for a short moment before shrugging, ”Sounds good. Not like I have a guys-night-out planned with Tristan or anything.” There he went again, talking about Tristan. He downed the rest of his drink and crossed his arms on top of the table.

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It was irritating to see Jack hurt over a girl. Which is why so many times Devon intervened herself into his relationships once they didn't seem worthy anymore. But at the same time she was irritated at Jack because he knew the deal he had with Nina and still managed to like her. There was no winning. Devon had warned him but he always assured her that it wouldn't matter. She landed her blue eyes on Jack, rolling her eyes at his pout. It did matter, obviously. But Devon knew better to keep pushing that subject in case he become some drunken guy tonight. Then she'd have to babysit him. Jet lag and all. She bit into another fry, swirling it around in her ketchup. It had been a while since she'd had ketchup because in Europe they served you vinegar with your fries. And ketchup wasn't always handy. But their fries had been different too, "I'm not a creep." She protested, tempted to smear ketchup on Jack's face. But that would grant them too much attention and Devon wasn't quite ready to run yet, "I'm not the one keeping tabs on you. I felt lucky that your agent even knew where you were without calling you." Which was a little odd, but maybe Devon just wasn't use to being tabbed. Which she probably was at this point since everyone in the restaurant probably sent their pictures off to anyone they could send it too. And by morning she'd have pictures somewhere too. She wasn't sure how they ended up in her possession sometimes, just old people she knew that were saying 'check out what i found!' with a picture of her at some random place she didn't remember seeing a camera at. But that seemed to be the life she'd be living from now on.

Becoming an A-lister had been a huge transform. And it pretty much only happened because she hung out with Jack all the time. People wondered who she was before, thinking it was just another girl in Jack's long line of chicks. A lot of people were surprised to see that she stuck around longer than most. Of course that was before they knew her name and knew that she was just friends with Jack. Though some people had a hard time believing it. People would tell her that girls and boys couldn't be just friends. And she snapped back that she wasn't a girl and that jack wasn't a boy. they were grown ups now. And their hormones were check.... mostly.

Her face lit up slightly at the mention of Tristan Silvers, "Where is Tristy-boo?" She asked, looking up at Jack and confused a little by his facial expression, "Oh, my God. Did you fuck up a friendship along with a relationship?" She hadn't meant for it to sound that mean, but once she said it she flinched inward a little, "What happened while I was away?" She asked, smacking his hand with a fry when he reached for another one. She'd heard rumors that jack and tristan had drifted apart. but she was hardly going to believe it since they had that whole 'bromance' thing going on. They bonded over beer tubs ! Devon had thought it was dirty and probably not very hygienic, but she'd climbed in herself once. But now it was starting to seem like they had drifted and she frowned a little, "But Tristan's hot." She stated, as if that was going to fix the entire problem. It wouldn't, of course. And jack would probably gawk at her statement since Devon was friends with Tristan and surprisingly hadn't touched him in such a way that led to anything other than friends. Not to mention Tristan was hung up on Paige.

"Well I can't be your bro, but I'll do the best I can to help you pick out some fine lady to bring home." She assured knowing that jack probably wasn't happy about losing a friend. Jack was a man whore, sure, but he wasn't a social outcast.

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