Barry Berkman

Part 24

As we pulled away from each other after a second, and then he cupped my face in his hands. Everything was quiet before we kissed again. This time it was longer and we stood up. We walked towards my bed, still kissing. He tripped over the plastic bag I had failed to hide and we fell onto the bed. We started giggling and then I got off of him. We both stared at the ceiling a little bit before I said,

"It's late. Do you want to spend the night?" It was so spontaneous, but we both turned to look at each other and he looked so happy. He quickly nodded his head and we smiled at each other. I felt my phone vibrate and I pulled it out to see a text from Fuches.

Fuches
Have you talked to Barry yet?

Oh boy had I. Fuches had no idea and I was happy to keep it that way. With all the pain he had caused Barry, he deserved to be ignored. I put my phone away and sat up.

"Uh, Barry?" I said.

"What's up?" He asked, still smiling at me.

"You can't sleep in jeans." His eyes went a little wider as I realized what I had said and I cringed instantly.

"I mean, uh, you can if you want." I blushed as he chuckled.

"It's okay, I'll take them off." He said, smirking. He began to undress and I blushed as I grabbed sweatpants and a t-shirt from my dresser.

"I'll be back." I said, slipping off into the bathroom.

* * *

As we laid there together, he wrapped his arm around me.

"Y/N?" He asked.

"Yes Barry?" I said.

"Thanks for being such an understanding friend." He said, smiling.

I went wide eyed. Friend?! I thought to myself. Uh, do friends kiss and sleep together? I think not! I nervously chuckled and replied,

"Uh yeah Barry. You're welcome." I silently cursed and he sighed contently.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head by my neck. No wonder Sally dumped him, jeez. I grinned at my snarky thoughts and tensed up a bit.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, sensing my feelings.

"Oh, nothing." I half smiled at him and he didn't seem to buy it. I sighed and said,

"Barry, maybe I got the wrong message but, I kind of thought we were, y'know, more than friends?" I said, trying to nudge him on. He looked at me confusedly.

"Well yeah, I guess so but, I didn't really know how to process it." He said, starting to turn red.

"Oh." I chuckled, becoming equally red. "Well uh, I think you're a really great guy."

"Heh. Thanks. You're not too bad yourself" He said. I stared at him again and smiled. Okay, good. I thought to myself.

And before I knew it, he flipped over on top of me.