Night

Part 1

I begin speed walking to class in order to not get in trouble. Sorry did I say speed walking? I meant running as fast as my short legs could take me. I'm not trying to get another bad mark against me, how am I always late?
I open up the doors to the classroom quickly.

"Sorry Mrs, I lost track of time" I shakily say while trying to hide the fact I was breathing heavily.

'Mhm hm, sit down Summer" Mrs Anderson sighs.

Sitting down at my desk, gathering myself for the lesson I notice, Brayden. Brayden has been my best friend since well forever. He's staring at me with an eyebrow raised and a stupid half smile creeping on his face as he notices me noticing him.

"ARE YOU OKAY?" Brayden mouths slowly.

I shoot a look at him while blowing the flyaway hair that's semi stuck to my head from sweat out of my face.

"I WOKE UP LATE" I mouth back.

He immediately shakes his head with a grin plastered on it.

"AGAIN?" He mouths back while chuckling to himself.

I roll my eyes and turn to face the teacher.

30 minutes later
Bell rings

"Remember, it's a half day today so don't come back to class after lunch. I will see you all Monday, have a good weekend" Mrs Anderson says.

Maybe there is a god, yeah, I think there is and they're in the form of Mrs Anderson.
I pack up and make my way out the door towards my usual eating spot, a quiet area of the open field.

"Hey, Sum" Brayden, says wrapping one arm around my neck.

"Late again huh? Still not sleeping good?" He asks.

I shake my head.

"It's not easy sleeping alone in a house alone, B" I explain.

Brayden, removes his arm and we sit down to eat, "you know, you can always stay at mine while your Aunt is out of town" Brandon says.

"I know, thanks B" say.

Brayden nods and gives me a reassuring smile and begins to eat his lunch; left over pork and rice.
"Well, what do you want to do with the rest of the day, we can go hang out at mine? I made Alfredo and garlic bread yesterday.

"Hell yeah, you have no idea how hungry I am" I say excitedly.

"Alright let's get you back to mine for some food before you get hangry" he laughs.

I push his shoulder gently in retaliation to his comment and we make our way to his car. On the way we talk about the usual nonsense, poking fun at each other.

Brayden and I have been best friends since we were children. Now I'm 21 and he 22 both in college. The thing is I like him, a lot. There's always been tension but somehow we never proceed or talk about it. Maybe it's me, I look into situations too much, scared to lose someone who has been my best friend for so long.

*At Brayden's House*

I slip off my sneakers and launch myself onto the sofa onto my back. I look up at Brayden who is in the kitchen heating up the food he had made the night before.
"Smells good, someone needs to wife you up" I tease while my feet dangle off the edge of the sofa.

He shakes his head, laughing at me.

He begins to load up both plates, each plate has enough food for 3 people. This isn't unusual for Brayden, he's a tall guy with one hell of an appetite. He tends to give me too much food. I honestly don't think he understands the idea of portion control. Works fine for him though, he has a little bit of a belly and fairly buff shoulders and arms from working out. He complains about his belly a lot but I think it's cute. He doesn't know that obviously.

He hands me my plate and sits down opposite me.
"Wow this looks great" I say

"I tried out a new recipe" he says.
He ends his sentence abruptly and behinds opening and shutting his mouth like a crazed fish and flapping his hands.

"HOT -  reall-y hot" he chaotically fans his pasta scolded mouth.

"Are you good?" I say, holding back my laughter.

He nods while continuing to shove hot pasta in, this time not burning his mouth.

The Alfredo was so creamy and tasty as expected. Brandon is great cook because he loves to eat.
I eat about half and my belly is really packed with pasta that I didn't get to try the garlic bread. I get up and put my plate in the kitchen, thanking him for the delicious food on my way back.
He's nearly done with his food and his garlic bread is nowhere to be seen. I lay back on the sofa switching from watching the TV and watching him finish the last of his food. After all these years, it never gets old.

He lets out a big burp and stands up and behinds stretching, rubbing his chest and down to his belly.
He takes his plate to the kitchen and walks back and this time sitting on the same sofa as me.  As we relax and watch TV, I notice his belly is extended and causing his white tee to stretch over his new belly shape.

*hic*  his belly jiggle uncomfortably as his hiccups begin. He gets uncontrollable hiccups often when he eat too much.
He winces and lays back.

*I poke at his belly fairly hard* 
"Damn B, looking like a pregnant women right now" I tease.
I winces at the force of my poke and laughs quietly, trying to pull his t shirt down over his stuffed belly.
I briefly rub his belly and finishing it with a light pat. My stomach feels like it's going to implode with the amount of butterflies I'm getting from this very moment.

Brayden's POV

I'm so full, holy shit. I feel like my belly is going to pop. I probably look fat right now. I can't even suck this in.  Summer doesn't seemed fazed by it though, if anything she always finds it funny when I eat too much. It's cute when she gives me extra attention and rubs my belly, feels pretty good actually. I wish I didn't want her more. I wish I didn't ache for any type of touch from her. Friends aren't suppose to feel like this. I wish I could be honest with my feelings but how am I suppose to know if she feels the same? I can't count the amount of nights I've laid awake thinking about how I'd tell her, I've liked her more than a friend for years.

Summers POV

I use any opportunity to touch his belly, usually in the form of teasing jokes, anything for it to come off as normal. I wish I could just cuddle and rub his stuffed belly. I wish he knew that everything about him drives me crazy.

My heart sinks and a mix of sadness and overindulgence makes me feel sick.

"H-hey, can I sleep here tonight?" I ask while trying to seem okay.

"Yeah sure, you can take my bed, I'll take the sofa. Everything okay?" He asks concerned, while sitting up.

"Of course, just tired, I'm going to take a nap" I smile gently.