A Match Made in Hell

5

"so, uh, are you- hungry?" He asks me awkwardly, stuttering.

I looked at him up and down to make sure if he was joking or actually being serious. "I just had a three course meal, no thank you." I scoffed.

"right." He muttered. "you want something to drink?"

"What do you have?" I followed him to the kitchen.

"Anything you can name." He smiled.

"Beer?"

"I was hoping you'd say something more... impossible?" He opened a cupboard which was filled with alcohol, wine, whiskey, vodka, beer, tequila, any alcoholic drink you can name.

I rubbed my eyes, "is that real?"

"Come and see for yourself." He grins.

I picked up a bottle of red wine and examined it, "I must say, I'm.. impressed." I nodded.

"Go ahead and pick one."

"I'm not sure if I should be sitting in your house and drinking alcohol with you after our first date." I furrow my eyebrows.

"This is America, Nicholas." He rolls his eyes, snatching the bottle of wine from me. "Don't tell me you haven't been to a party and had sex with somebody who's name you didn't know."

He kind of had a point, he wasn't wrong.

He let out a sigh. "Go take a seat, I'll be back."

"How will I know you won't poison me?" I asked jokingly, making him laugh.

"Well then I guess you can stay here and watch."

I grinned and followed his every step around the kitchen like I was his tail, he didn't seem to care though, didn't say a single word about it and never told me to sit down.

I watched as he reached for a glass on the top shelf but couldn't get to it, he turned to me and stared into my eyes, "are you waiting for me to ask?" He rolled his eyes.

"Yes." I teased.

"Can you give me that glass?" He said in an irritated tone. "Please?" He added.

I reached out for it and placed it on the counter, closing the cupboard.

"I need a another one, dumbass."

"Aw, you don't wanna share a glass with me?" I pouted.

"I hate you."

"Calm down, sweetheart. you're supposed to be more polite."

He smacked me on the arm playfully, causing me to laugh.

"If you're planning on staying in the kitchen, then you're free to do that." He said, changing the subject.

I shut the lights off and followed him to the living room, studying him from behind.

"I have eyes at the back of my head, Nicholas, what the actual fuck are you looking at."

"Is looking at you a crime?" I scoffed.

"It could be when you're staring at my ass."

I grinned as I collapsed onto the couch, watching him take a seat next to me and bringing the glass to his lips, taking a sip of the red wine.

"You're so posh." I said. Picking up the entire bottle and taking a sip from it. I turned to him to see that he was staring at me up and down with a judgy look on his face. "What?" I asked quietly. The boy just rolled his eyes and looked away.

He gives me that weird look again. Those doe eyes, he's doing it to me on purpose.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life." He whispers to me, stopping and thinking about what he has just said.