The Balcony Scene

Maroon's P.O.V

We were lat eon our arrival to school, but that didn't stop Tony from stopping half way to first hour.

Tony grabbed my wrist, "Maroon, I have an idea." He said with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Um...what?" I said with a slight grin on my face. I wonder what he's gonna ask...

"So, being the end of the year and all," He starts, making direct eye contact as he goes along, "Maybe we should get a house together. You, Mike, Jaime, Vic, and I. We're always together anyway. Plus my parents have this house downtown. It has four rooms-"

I cut Tony off with a confused look on my face. "Four rooms? There's five of us, how would that work?"

He shyly laughed, looked around, and focused his gaze back on me. "That's where I was getting at. You and I can share a room. We always sleep next to each other when we stay the night together anyway, so why not?"

I kind of stared at him for a minute. I mean, sleeping together overnight is one thing, but every night? I don't know. I wouldn't want to do anything stupid and ruin our friendship. "I don't know, Turtle. I'll think about it, okay? I've got to get to class before I'm marked as absent." I held my arms open for a hug before I go, like I always do.

After he hugged me back and we said our goodbyes, I started for class. As I approached my English class, I knew Mr.Bokley was going to yell at me. He hates when kids are late to his class, especially when he's teaching. He says it's a "disruption," it's "unneccessary," and we should be on time, all the time.

I opened the door prepared for his voice to belt out at me.

"Oh, Miss Barren, late again? On the last week of school, you shouldn't be late. You should be prepared by now!" Mr. Bokley's deep voice screams.

"I'm sorry." I say quietly, just barely a whisper.

Mr.Bokley was talking about how We have to write an essay about the highs and lows of this year by Wednesday to determine our final grade. I was great at essays and I didn't need any further information, so I just messed with my pencil and thught about what Tony was saying. Maybe I should consider moving together. Sleeping by each other shouldn't be that bad...right? We're best friends, we've known each other for years. It's just the fact that I like him, a lot. I don't want to do anything stupid, like I mentioned earlier. What if I talk in my sleep and he hears something about him and how I really feel? He might think of me differently and I don't want to risk getting hurt.

I thought about the idea all day. I decided that I'll do it, I'll room with him in the house that we're supposed to get. It's a risk that I'm willing to take. If we're really best friends, my little crush won't break us apart...I hope.