Wrong Side Of The Bed

26 | the boys day out.

CHRISTIAN'S P.O.V

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH THIS GIRL?" I sighed as my phone vibrated against my ear again, probably because of another text from Walter. She was texting me non-stop about the updates on the Ava situation, and I was both annoyed and flattered. But mostly, annoyed. And also blushing a bit because unknowingly, she was acting kinda cute, but who cared about that?

"I don't know," Lucas replied over the phone. "You tell me. You're the one who wants to kiss her."

"Man, there's something wrong with my hormones," I sighed, running a hand through my hair to keep the hair from falling into my eyes. "Out of all the girls, I like her? Hell, what's wrong with me?"

"Don't ask me that question, Christian," He said in a playfully serious tone. "I am afraid my answer would be so long that it will take up the whole day."

"Haha, very funny," I deadpanned, the stuffed toy that Walter won for me catching my eye. I instantly looked away when a warm feeling erupted in my chest. What was it? Gastroesophageal reflux disease? Or was this how it felt when a person had a crush?

"I know," He said. There was some shuffling of feet from the other side. "Ava is out with Jannat — I think I should buy Jannat a Porsche for the favour she is doing for me by diverting Ava's attention — but anyway, back on topic, Ava is out with Jannat and I'm not under her twenty four hour surveillance like I was before. So you wanna hang out at Think Coffee?"

When he started that sentence, I already knew where it was gonna end, so by the end of his statement, I was already out the door, with my keys in my pocket and half of my coat hanging from my body. "See you there in fifteen minutes, if there's no traffic—"

"— And twenty if there is traffic," He finished for me. "I know. See you there."

I reached the destination in sixteen minutes and seventeen seconds. I pulled to a stop at the curb, patiently waiting for Lucas and wondering what was taking him so long even though he lived so close by — and that's when he came into view, his airpods on, and his left knee bleeding.

I jumped out of the car, watching as my best friend ran towards me faster than I ever could, and that too with a fresh cut on his knee. I couldn't run that fast even if I had six more legs.

"Did you faceplant on the concrete sidewalk on the way here?" I asked as he plugged his airpods out, shoving them in the pockets of his varsity jacket. "I can't see any broken teeth so I am taking it that you're not too injured."

"Eh, it's just a small cut," Lucas said, shrugging as if the sight of blood didn't make him queasy. He was the one who had the cut and I was the one who could already feel a phantom pain gripping the knee. "It doesn't even hurt. It's like a paper-cut."

"What a fucking weirdo," I wondered at him, shaking my head. "I will have you know that paper cuts hurt like hell, okay?"

"Nah, you're just too sensitive."

I gasped, offended. "At this rate, I am going to say no to your face when you get down on one knee for me and propose to me at forty."

"What event led you to think that I will ever propose to you?"

"Well, I am nice, smart, funny and good looking," I said. "And boys and girls are either going to be obsessed with you, like, spoiler alert — Ava! — or they are going to take a look at your sweaty clothes that you never wash and leave you forever. So I will be the only one still standing by because, as I have already mentioned, I am nice. And normal. Nice and normal."

"Talking with you is a hefty task," He said after a moment. "It's like talking to a four year old who is always on crack."

I scoffed. "You should worship the ground I walk on. I am the greatest person you're ever going to come across."