Can a Boy and a Girl be Just Friends?

Chapter Two: What Now?

A/N: You're such a cutie patootie!!!

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'Vana? What are you doing here?'

'Well someone - I won't mention his name - skipped school without telling me and left me alone in second period English Lit. So I decided to come looking for the culprit and wring his neck.'

And with that, she launched herself at him, pushing her body against his and wrapping her small hands gently around his neck. Losing his footing, not prepared for her mock attack, he staggered and fell. She went with him, falling and landing on him.

'Oh no, I didn't hurt you did I?' she asked, tenderly touching his face, her body pressed tightly against his.

Chanyeol blushed slightly at the intimacy of her touch, and the feeling of her body against his was causing a part of him to stir. He uttered a small 'I'm okay' while she continued to stroke his cheek.

Boy, on one hand he loved that Vana was such a touchy-feely kind of person, but on the other hand he hated it. He loved it because quite simply; she was beautiful. His heart melted every time he looked at her, and when she touched him...words couldn't really describe it.

She was an incredibly tender and affectionate person, so he received a large variety of hugs, touches on the arm and when she was worried, she would always caress his cheek.

But he hated it because it evoked from him something that he shouldn't even contemplate: that they could be more than just friends. He couldn't risk it, what if telling her that she was more to him than just a friend destroyed what friendship they had?

They looked into each others' eyes for a second, then she smiled and lifted her body off of his. Luckily he was wearing jeans.

'Sorry,' she said.

He cleared his throat and smiled back at her. 'Nah, it's okay, you just surprised me, that's all.'

In bed at night, he would quite often call up the image of her face and body. She had lovely light brown hair that traveled all the way down the middle of her back, sometimes she let it all out but most often, like now, it was in a ponytail. Her eyes were a shade of brown that was quite common and, while not unusual themselves, the intelligence behind them was. They told a story of mysteries you could spend a lifetime getting to know and learn, that she was a person of warmth and love, yet they also conveyed an air of melancholy, just enough to make her seem wise and beyond her age.

'Come on in, I was just about to sit down and watch a movie.'

After reaching down and picking up a bag, she followed him to his room. Already out of sight, he wasn't privy to the fact that she'd bought her overnight bag with her, she'd come with the intention of staying over.

'What are we watching?' she asked as she entered his room.

'Au Revoir, UFO' he replied over his shoulder.

She made a face at him, it was one of his favourite movies of all time and she'd sat through it with him more times than she could remember.

'But you've seen that movie a hundred times, can't we watch something else?'

'It's only 67th time,' he grinned, 'okay, what would you like to do then, it's obvious you don't want to watch a movie if you're not in the mood for this masterpiece?'

She smiled at him and watched his expression as she did so, his face lit up whenever she was around him and when she smiled, she was aware of what an impact it had on him. She also knew that he liked her more than the boundaries of friendship allowed, hell, she knew that he was in love with her.

And she loved him too. It had gone on for way too long. Ever since they were fifteen or sixteen things had begun to change between them, but they'd both been too chicken to make the first move. That was about to change, she was sick to death of waiting for him to act.

'Well,' she said with a coy voice, 'it is hot outside and I did bring my new swimsuit with me.'