friends with more benefits {discontinued}

2

You got out of the car and your heart dropped to your feet. You didn't want to trap yourself in this apartment just to leave it the same way you did an hour earlier. You didn't know what he wanted from you or why he got so upset when you confessed your feelings for him. It's not like you turned into some obsessive freak.

He led you up the stairs to his apartment, unlocking the door and holding the door for you to walk in first. Usually, you went straight to his room or looked on the couch for the cue of a "Netflix and chill" type of night, this time though, you were more unsure of where to go so you just remained standing in the open space between his kitchen and his living room.

"So, what exactly are we doing, Weston?" You finally coughed up the courage to ask. He looked at you and shook his head while letting out a small laugh.

"We're hanging out." He replied while shrugging his shoulders. He walked over to the couch and sat down so you followed his footsteps. It felt weird to sit here while he turned on the t.v and flicked through Netflix and Hulu... You were wondering if he was hoping it would end how every other night did. You wondered if "hanging out" was his ploy to butter you up, to make you think that Weston wanted you as a friend again so it could all end the same way. Deep down you knew that if either of you made a move that neither of you would stop the other.

"So, just hanging out?" You asked to make sure of his intentions.

"Yes. Just hanging out." He assured you.

"But if you want to end this in my room I mean we can always—" You hit him to make him shut up.

"Kidding! Totally kidding." He laughed to himself then bringing his eyes up to look at you. Moments later he put on Adventure Time, an episode you guys had both seen before so you knew that he wasn't meaning to watch it with full attention. He wanted something else. He wanted to talk.

"You know I meant what I said that night." You knew what he was referring to, but you wanted to make him admit it more.

"What night?" You acted dumb, raising an eyebrow. Completely oblivious to what his intentions were.

"The night when I broke things off with Marcy. I called you beautiful. I meant that. It wasn't just some scheme to get you to make out with me, even though most other things I did that night were, and for that, once again... I am sorry." His eyes were looking at his hands the whole time he spoke, except he looked you in the eyes again when he said the word Beautiful. It made butterflies swarm your stomach, you still weren't sure what his intentions were, but you were beginning to think that this wasn't a normal conversation.

"Oh. Thank you, Weston. That means a lot." You could tell you were blushing and you knew that he knew too because of how he was smiling to himself and avoiding looking at your face.

"Can I ask you something though. If it's completely out of the blue and you feel uncomfortable you don't have to answer, but just know that it takes a lot of courage for me to actually ask this question and face rejection than it does for you to actually reject it." You joked a bit at the end.

"Shoot." Weston made his reply quick wanting to get to the point.

"Why... um." You couldn't finish your sentence.

"Why never me? I understand that you never invited me over because you liked me and I can live with that, but what is it about me? That is what I think kills me all the time. You enjoy my body and you laugh at my jokes... We watch the same T.V shows and we like the same YouTubers... We ordered the same thing at your birthday dinner last year and we love to fake argue like it's our job. I just seriously can't understand how I can notice all these beautiful small details about you and fall for you every day and yet you sit here and tell me that I'm not worth more than what I already offer." You spit everything out so fast. It was all true. You couldn't comprehend why Weston was so perfect in your eyes... Why every time you guys sang songs at the top of your lungs in his car and you fell for him because of the way he would pass you a fake microphone, why he didn't fall for you too. You didn't want to sound pretentious because you knew it was easy to come off that way, but you needed to know.