What exactly is love?

Chapter 21

ALEX POV

Eventually...

We were packing and...

"Have you given a thought to our relationship?"

"Excuse me, which relationship?" I said half shocked, half flushed.

"Our friendship"

"Oh yeah, thanks for everything. What can I use to repay you?"

"Okay, come to my house after this for dinner, I am making it. Well, dinner would seem like I am hitting on you so let's do breakfast." He said grinning. How the heck could he say that?. That was weird.

"Is it a deal?" He said

"Yes, so see you tomorrow."

This number of days has been really tough for me. It is finally some of my problems gone, my nightmares, and a friend. One that would do extraordinary things like making this heartbeat. I never knew that it could beat because it was broken a long time ago, this relationship we have is different, really different.

"Oh so you are finally getting close to that handsome boy, huh. I knew that for sure he would turn that dead heart into something. So have you guys agreed on a date or a wedding?." Nicole asked as we were in the car.

"We are just friends and even if weird things happen like that, it is because he is a romance actor. I would make sure to keep this relationship as 'friendly' as possible."

"So it was never really friendship."

"Shut up". We drove to the new house that she newly brought for me. Finally, I can sleep without nightmares.

The next day...

"I am going over to Miller's house," I announced to Nicole

"Wow, this is going better than I expected. Go on, have a lovely day. I would make sure to keep your parents updated." She said pushing me out the door.

"No you wouldn't," I said but the door was the only thing in front of me. I straightened my skirt as the wind blew in my direction. I made sure to look modest as this was my first time in a man's house.

"How do you know my house?. This is a new location!"

"I have my ways, besides we are friends." He said and I moved on to his sports car.

"We would be fast so make sure you are careful." He said, taking my seat belt and buckling it for me. I saw his face now clearly, his side profile. His cheeks were near my lips and all I could imagine was how beautiful they were.

"You know, I can do it myself," I said avoiding his face.

"I know but this is what friends do."

"I am surprised you can do this much to a friend, I wonder what you would do if you were to have a wife."

"you want to know?" He said and picked my hand, leaned closer.

"You want to know that bad?" He said and moved an inch closer.

"When you have a wife, then I would know," I said and pushed him. How come he is making my heartbeat? He is just acting or this is how friendship is. We drove to his house and wow, his house is massively beautiful. Surprisingly, I did not see any servants or maids. We finally entered the house and his interior decorations are beautiful.

"Welcome to my humble abode. Today, you would be cooking."

"Huh, why me?. I rarely cook so..." I said and wandered around the big kitchen.

"Then would teach you." He offered.

"Why not just make it?"

"This is what always happens in dramas and as I said, I am not hitting on you," He said and I was surprised.

"Ok then, I would make pancakes," I said and started to mix the batter. I am always scared when I flip it as my flip is not always as good as my mum's.

"That is not how to do it," Miller said and held my hand onto the pan teaching me how to flip. The closeness was just too much. It was like his chest hugged my skinny body. Then we served it and we sat apart. It was a small dining table door, we sat opposite each other. I have not eaten so well in days, the pancakes were so good and I am sure the syrup spilled on the sides of my lips. Although, I should not be embarrassing myself like this who cares I am hungry.

"I don't like my food-wasting." He said and used his hands to rub some of the syrup off the side of my lips and then licked it.

"Ew, aren't you disgusted by what you just did?"

"Why would I?"

"Are you sure that you are not hitting on me?"

"This is what friends do.". He said and picked a tissue this time to wipe the syrup off the side of my lips.

"Hello... Are you sure you guys aren't a couple?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Can't I come to my cousin's house?. Besides what were you guys doing?"

"Max! no, it is nothing," I said trying to cover up.

"Do you have a boyfriend? I hope it is not Miller." Max said as he scooted down to my side.

"Eh, no?"

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"No way, psycho," Miller said

"I asked her not you. Ok, if it is like that can I make up for what I did?"

"Ok then but don't ever think that it is a date," I said. I don't know what my feelings for Max are now. I think people just attach love to basic habits and call it love. As for me, I don't believe there is love in this century of mine. I don't think someone can even love me, I am pathetic. I am not even ready for a relationship. I am not sure I want to continue believing in the shackle called love.

"Can I also do what Smith did to you?" Max asked.

"No, but you can wash the dishes if you are so bored" Miller replied him and I chuckled. From then, Miller offered me a ride home.