I frantically ran around my house to make sure if it was decently clean or that at least nothing embarrasing was out in the open for him to see.
Pretty soon I heard a knock on my front door.
Damn, he wasn't lying when he said he'd be over right away.
I wiped away the remaining nervous sweat from my forehead before answering it.
I swung it open to reveal Felix. He was dressed a little more formal than when I saw him before. He wore a black buttoned shirt and grayish jeans. His hair was gelled back, with a single loose strand hanging over his forehead.
I stopped myself before it was clearly noticeable that I was basically checking him out.
"Hey you" he said when he saw me.
I paused.
Was that a flirty tone? No? Yes? Probably not, but it sounded like it. I decided to keep the 'funny friend' persona.
"Dressed up for me?" I asked in a jokey tone.
"Shut up. My hair was messy anyway" he rolled his eyes at my assumption, touching his hair in attempt to fix any parts that were out of place.
I laughed and moved out the way to give him room.
He stepped inside, not braking eye contact with me at all as he brushed past me, our faces inches away at a point, and invited himself through the door and into my living room.
That moment gave me butterflies.
Something about his stare.
Was it the eyes?
Was it the smirk?
Both?
I tried to think about it less and leave those thoughts in the back of my mind as I followed him through to my living room.
"Dayyyum nice place" he said, his eyes darting around the room, admiring everything.
I smiled at his compliment, but ignored it.
"Soo you seemed to really wanna come over, huh?" I asked, intrigued for his answer.
He raised his eyebrows, probably not expecting that I would've payed attention to that.
"Sorry i know that mightve come across as a little weird" he chuckled "you want me to be honest?"
"Yeahh" I obviously said.
"I just wanted to see you again, I guess" he shrugged. He said it more confidently than I would've thought.
I couldn't help the grin that appeared on my face. He looked at me and became more relaxed that I was happy about what he said.
"Well, that's great" I exclaimed, the happiness audible in my voice. He chuckled.
"Take a seat if you want" I gestured towards my couch "you want a drink?"
"A coffee would be great" he said with a small yawn, and took a seat.
I went in the kitchen to go make us both a coffee, then all the thoughts reappeared in my mind, causing me to lose my train of thought on the drinks.
He's actually in my house. He's literally in the other room. How do I act? Should I act different now that this is in my house? Does that even make any sense?
"Everything okay in there?" I heard him call. I immediately snapped out of it. Shit. He must of noticed the silence here from in there.
"Yeah, all good" I replied, pretty believably.
I, again, just decided to ignore my overthinking. Its pretty cliché to say, but maybe actually being myself might just work - if my cringey ass doesn't drive me crazy.
I finished making our coffees and brought them in, handing him his.
"I hope that's how you like it. I should've asked actually. I dont usually make drinks for other people" I said, laughing a little at my own honesty.
He took a sip of his and hummed a satisfied 'mmm' sound.
"Its perfect, thanks" he smiled. I instinctively smiled back at his contagious happiness, a little relieved that things were already going smoothly.
I sat down beside him and went to drink mine.
"I really like you as company to be honest" he said, breaking a small silence between us.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah"
"Why?"
He looked up, studying my face, that was gazing back at him the same way.
"Just something about you..." he said, dragging out the 'you' as his eyes darted between mine. Were we leaning closer to eachother? What was happening?
He quickly blinked and turned his head back down to look at his mug.
"I dunno, it's weird" he shrugged.
"Huh" was all I could bring myself to say, as I too turned my head back down to look at the floor, both ammused and confused by what had just happened.
There was a little silence between us after that. I even felt a little tension...but what kind of tension? I couldn't figure it out but i just decided I'd let it linger.
He looked up and yawned, stretching his arms in the air.
As he brought his hands back down his slowly landed one on my thigh, that wasn't covered as I was wearing shorts.
It made me jump, and at the same time he quickly removed his hand and began to scratch his head awkwardly.
"Uhh sorry about that" he muttered as he sipped his coffee, his eyes focused straight ahead of him, avoiding my eyes in order to try and make the situation less awkward than it was.
Meanwhile, my face was burning red as what just happened was processing through my head. It was driving me crazy, I was trying not to breath too heavily.
I didn't really know how to respond to him, either.
I remembered what I was thinking about earlier, that I should just be myself, but after taking that into consideration I realised that that would mean I'd have to admit that I actually liked what just happened.
It was weird even to admit to myself.
"Mind if I use your bathroom real quick?" He asked.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, sure. Sure" I stuttered like an idiot.
He nodded as he got up, still avoiding my eyes, and turned out the room to head upstairs.
As soon as his footsteps sounded quieter as he walked away, I let out a deep breath that I didn't even know I was holding.
Holy shit.
Im so confused.
He was definitely awkward because he was worried about how I felt about that little situation, but truth be told, I liked it.
The way his cold hand contrasted with my warmer thigh, even if it was for like a second, sent a weird fire through my body, but in a good way.
Am I supposed to tell him this? Should I? Would it make thinks less awkward, or even worse? The overthought thoughts would stay lingering in our minds if I didn't. Besides, it's all part of me being myself anyway.
Shit, I'm really doing this huh? Okay, fuck.
I'd wait for him to come downstairs and sit back down, first.
