Getting Over Him

Fireworks

Pran's P.O.V:

Fireworks.

It feels like I'm seeing fireworks in front of my eyes. Like it's the new year and we're lighting up fireworks at night. It feels fresh. Good. As if everything makes sense now.

It feels as if the answers to why I've been so upset lately are on his lips.

Soft and pillowy.

I kind of want to keep finding the answers on his lips.

It's crazy how I have kissed both guys and girls before, but this is the first time I've ever seen fireworks when I've kissed someone.

Well, this is not really a kiss, is it? Does it count as one? What's the definition is a kiss again?

I feel like my brain's not functioning as it should. And I know it's not properly functioning because I'm just thinking about how I want to keep feeling his lips on mine, and how I want to just wrap my arms around his neck so that our lips can keep being connected like this.

Maybe it's due to the fall I had earlier in the library. Maybe that's why I'm seeing fireworks right now.

The door bell rings. The sound brings me back to my senses, and before I could already pull myself off of him- he has already pushed me off. He gets up from the floor to get the delivery and comes back with a smile. A smile that doesn't have any indication that we just kissed, even if it was an accidental one.

We kissed.

Pat and me- we kissed.

K-I-S-S-E-D.

6 letters and 1 syllable. A verb. An action.

And this guy here is just going to act like nothing happened while he places the food on either side of my table. I feel a pang in my heart. I feel like Pat has indirectly rejected me. I don't like it.

It doesn't seem to bother him, since he didn't have any intense negative reaction. He sits on the other side of the table. He starts eating his food as he usually would. Taking big bites out of everything, then gulping it down with a glass of water. 

"Why are you just watching me? You should also eat. I don't want you to get malnourished again! Also, take a break from your homework today.  Today, you should relax." He says in between bites with his mouth still full of food.

"I don't want to hear that from someone who has loser written all over their face." I flip him off and then get to eating. I notice that he's stopped eating. He runs to the bathroom and screams out curses at me. I smile to myself.

I feel that I have exacted my revenge on him for indirectly rejecting me. I shouldn't be thinking nor caring that he indirectly rejected me.

He comes back out pouting, "SHIAA PRAN! Why did you have to write loser all over my face?! And with a permanent sharpie?! Really?! Was that necessary?!"

I burst out laughing!

"You told me that you didn't want me to draw dicks on your face! This is what you get!"

He sighs and sits back down to finish his food.

"Just you wait and see when I'm done with this food!"

As soon as he finishes his food I make a run to my bedroom, but he's just as fast as I am! He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me up. I scream at him to put me down.

"You said it Pran!"

He throws me on the couch and gets a call.

"Yes, Paa. We're both fine. No, no one is injured this time. Okay, okay I'll go back to my room. Bye, I love you!"

On the other line I can hear Paa gagging and I smile to myself.

"Well, it's for me to go back. Remember to eat your meals and rest! I'll know if you're not!"

"Okay, okay. Just get going because you're stinking up my place."

He leaves. And I'm left alone to think about what happened and why I felt the way that I did.

I've been angry at him for some time when he was with Pluto. Shit! I should have asked him about his relationship with Pluto! I also have not liked it when I see them together. I did not like it one bit when he didn't even mention the kiss that happened between us.

This sounds like jealousy. I'm jealous? Why am I jealous?