The downstairs lights were on now. The ceilings in his living room were high enough to cover another whole room on top. The walls were all painted white, with patterns going along the edges.
The delicious smell of bacon emerged from the kitchen, summoning me over.
"Damn, a full English?" I asked. I was expecting him to just pour me a bowl of cheerios or something.
"Yup. I did say I was gonna cook something"
"Oh yeah" I said, pretending I actually remembered him saying that.
It fell silent between us again. I found myself just watching him cook, and he realised when he turned to me awkwardly, noticing.
"Oh, ill uhh..."
"Sit on the couch in there. Food won't be long" he ordered, his voice low and dry again.
I went and sat on the couch, choosing to do as he said. It WAS his house after all. But still, I kinda wanted to have a decent conversation with this guy. I figured I would ask him a question or something when he came in with the breakfast.
Then a phone started ringing. His cell phone was on the coffee table.
"Oh shit, uhhh. Hey can you take over? I really have to take that" he called urgently from the kitchen.
I hurried to him and he shoved the spatula in my hands.
"Just don't let it burn, okay?" He told me as he rushed into the living room to answer the call.
I began turning the bacon with the spatula. Sausages were in the oven but I had no idea when he put them in, so I just had to hope I wouldn't have to take them out before he got back in here.
The pan began to slide off the hob as I accidently pushed it too hard, and being the idiot I am, I pushed it back with my bare hand.
I jumped back, having burnt my fingers on the side of the pan.
"Ahh, motherfucker" I hissed, a little loudly.
Felix came swiftly back into the room.
"What happened? Are you okay?"
He saw that I was looking at my hand.
"Is your hand okay?" He lifted it to inspect it. His random burst of concern confused me.
"Uhh, yeah? I just burnt it on the pan" I said calmly.
"Oh. Right" he said, then carelessly dropped my hand out of his grasp. He unheld the call, walked back into the other room and continued to talk over the phone.
I stared at him in amazement, until my fingers stung again and I went over to the sink to wash them in cold water.
I continued cooking the food. Felix's phone call seemed to now taking a while.
Luckily he got off in time because I was worried about burning the food.
"Alright, sorry about that. Thanks for watching the food" he said, taking over the cooking.
"No problem. So I'll, uhh..."
"Take a seat in there if you like. I just put the TV on in case you wanted to watch it" he offered. I smiled at him. He was starting to sound a lot more...polite? Friendly?
I took a seat back in the living room. He had put on a basketball match on the TV. I waited as Felix was putting the food onto plates, watching the match, intrigued. I didn't know much about the sport but it looked pretty impressive.
Soon enough, he came in with the two plates of food. It smelt amazing.
He held out mine for me to take, put pulled it away when I went to grab it, a playful grin growing on his face.
"Magic word?"
"Please?" I asked, rolling my eyes at him. He still didn't hand it me.
"Please"
"Please"
I repeated, starting to laugh.
"Thats it, beg for it" he muttered
"Pl-" I stopped when I processed what he said.
His eyes grew wide, embarrassed when he himself noticed what he said.
He quickly handed me my food and sat down awkwardly on the other couch.
We both just sat there silently, eyes glued to the basketball game and nowhere else.
I decided to break the ice by making small talk, which would either save us from the uncomfey silence or make it worse.
"Soo, you like basketball?" I asked him.
The sudden question caught him off guard for a minute but he realised I was trying to change the subject and decided to go along with it.
"Yeah. I play it too" he said, half boastingly.
"Oh really?" I was surprised.
"Mhm. Im actually supposed to go to the park later to play with some friends"
My face lit up, for some reason. Stupidly, I almost asked if I could go and watch. Thank god i didn't. What the hell was I thinking. Of course he wouldn't want me to watch. Not that I even want to. Pshhh.
"Thats cool" I said, a little dryly.
"Uhh you can tag along if you want? Or not. You probably don't want to. You can just go home if you want. I dont care"
His offer confused me.
"That was the most backhanded invitation I've ever received" I chuckled.
He let out a humorous huff, realising that too.
"Fuck. Sorry. I'm not tryna sound like an asshole"
"Dont worry about it. And yeah, I guess I'll tag along" I agreed, trying not to let too much of my happiness shine through.
Although, a wide smile spread across his face. Probably the most he had smiled at me. He seemed to really be happy about our plans.
Are we actually bonding? Like for real this time? He just invited me to the fucking park with him?
"Nice! That's great. Cool" he said, enthusiastically.
We continued to watch the match on TV, but this time the vibe was a lot less awkward. Like we were both actually happy with one another. It made me feel really good.
Not to be all soppy about it or anything, but I was actually starting to really like him.
Wait, no, NOT in that way. I think? No, I don't like him like that. I don't even think he's my friend yet.
Alright I can't guarantee that I don't completely like him. I'd be lying if I said I don't find him attractive. I mean, he was. Seriously, he was. But its not like I liked him or anything.
God, I need to stop thinking about this shit. Hes just some dude, that let me stay the night, because I almost got killed, and has invited me out to the park.
Its whatever.
Fucking hell.
