friday knights

12 ... soft spot

  friday
knights
12

☊ | track nine—sunflower

AS CATO DRIED OFF, he smiled watching Amira adventure around his room whilst drying off as well. She walked at a leisurely pace around the corners of the room gazing at everything that made him, him.

Everything was very aesthetically pleasing and put together with music and movie posters plastered on the light grey walls, album covers, and painted CDs hung around adding color to the interior. Everything above was pleasing to look at except for what lied below it.

Amira looked at the ground and then remembered whose room she was in. It was a mess with random things scattered everywhere, yet she wasn't surprised since it was Cato. She'd think with Carter and Cato's different personalities, that she was in Carters instead. Within the two years she's known them, it always surprised her that Cato was the messy one and not the other way around. They were so different yet alike at the same time and she wondered what were the things they shared that made them get along so well.

She felt like she was stepping over parts of his brain.

"Sorry about the mess. I don't get many visitors except my siblings," He admitted, slightly embarrassed. Though he was heart-throbbingly attractive, Cato wasn't an expert on how to talk to girls. Oddly, he was only comfortable with Amira. He had secrets. Secrets he was afraid to admit to the girl standing before him.

Amira smiled with a chuckle and glanced back at him as he ran his fingers through his damped hair.

Her eyes stayed glued on him for a moment before she took a deep breath and looked away. She didn't know what was suddenly happening to her around him—around them both.

"Eh, it's cool. I remembered whose room I'm in."

Cato showed his teeth, the corners of his smile crinkling adorably. Amira eyed the albums above his dresser, pleased by some of the artists he listened to.

"You listen to Dc The Don?" She asked.

"Mhm," He tossed the towel on his bed before standing beside her. "You seem surprised," He chuckled.

"Kinda. He's an underground artist and I know not many people know him. He's my favorite artist."

"Or—one of my many favorites."

"Really?" He looked at her. "Favorite album?"

"MOW3 for sure. Scott Pilgrim, chiefs kiss."

He just stared at her as she touched the vinyl. "What's yours?" Cato blinked before pointing beside the album. "Come As You Are. His style on it? So versatile. Campfire Story is my favorite song," Amira nodded.

"Mm, I prefer JCSY."

"We all have our preferences."

"If you also listen to Juice WRLD, I might just have to marry you," She joked and Cato smirked, grabbing her shoulders to turn her around. He pointed toward his closest where five albums were around it.

Sliding his palm underneath hers, he lifted her hand and placed a kiss on her ring finger. "We'll have to find the perfect ring for this pretty little finger now won't we?" Amira rolled her eyes playfully before spotting a few instruments hung above his bed she now noticed.