Feels So Right- A Rydellington Oneshot

Feels So Right

Rydel's POV:

It was a Friday afternoon. We just got done with band rehearsals in our garage, and we were exhausted. That didn't stop my brothers, however, from going out to a hockey game they had been looking forward to for months. My parents had a dinner date out with some old friends, so that left me and Ellington alone in the house.

If you aren't too familiar with what the deal is with me and Ellington, here's the quick rundown: we've known each other for 5 years, and as of right now, we're best friends. We do everything together and he is the one person that I tell absolutely everything to. He's like a brother...

...But more. Sometimes I feel like there's more to our relationship than that. Sometimes I feel like we both know, in the back of our minds, that we are something more than just friends.

We plopped down on the couch in the living room and Ellington clicked on the TV. A marathon of Friends was on, so we decided to just leave it on that since we both love the show.

We sat on opposite ends of the couch, which wasn't saying much since it was tiny; there was only about a foot in between us.

We watched in silence for a while, laughing when the characters said something funny, and trying to hide our smiles when dirty jokes were made.

About 10 minutes later, Ellington's phone buzzed on the coffee table. He leaned forward and grabbed it, replying to the text he just received. I knew who was on the other end of that text. He had been talking to some girl that he had met after one of our shows a couple months ago. They had been out a few times, but I didn't think it was anything serious.

Even though he talked to me about her all the time and I helped him with advice and everything, I was secretly jealous. I found myself already not liking her even though I didn't know her, and becoming almost bitter every time he brought her up.

I sighed deeply and glanced over at him typing on his screen. I wasn't discreet enough, though, and he must've felt me looking at him. His fingers froze and he lifted his eyes to mine.

A smile spread across his face and I felt a sarcastic remark coming. "Yes, Rydel?" He joked, "Can I help you?"

I put my best smirk on my face and shook my head, "Nothing, Ell, nothing at all."

He knew I was teasing him about the girl he was talking to. This was how our friendship worked, though. "Okay, Del, if you say so," he returned his gaze to his phone.

I shifted positions, draping my feet across the arm of the couch and laying down into a more comfortable spot. The couch was so small, though, that my head reached Ellington's leg. I knew he didn't mind, though, so I leaned back, his upper leg as my pillow.

We stayed like this for a while, until the shrill sound of the doorbell made me spring away from Ellington into an upright position as he sprang away as well and stood up to answer the door.

I heard him talking to whoever was at the door, but kept my attention on the T.V., sadly realizing that the sweet moment of comfortableness between us was over.

A minute later, he shut the door. "Phew, that was awkward," he said, obviously referring to the fact that someone could've seen us lying next to each other on the couch and jumped to conclusions.

I shrugged, not really feeling the awkwardness, but replied anyways, "Oh, well," I faked a smile. "People can think what they want."

He sat back down, about a foot away from me, and lifted his feet to rest on the coffee table in front of us.

I glued my eyes on the TV, pretending to be interested in the show, but all I could focus on was Ellington. The distance-that foot between us-felt like a mile. I wanted it closed. I wanted to be close to him. Is that wrong considering we're just friends? Does that mean that I like him as more than a friend?