Chapter 13

22 1 0
                                    

    The game went on, until everyone had gone inside.

    Lucinda went with Laurence, Kawaii~Chan went with Dante, and Ein and Garroth didn't go in at all. Garroth seemed pretty disappointed, but Ein looked relieved.

    "Kawaii~Chan thinks the girls should draw straws to see who gets to go in with Ein~Kun or Garroth~Kun!" Kawaii~Chan suggested.

    Aphmau and Lucinda said yes, but Katelyn and I were skeptical.

    The other girls forced us anyway though. Aphmau got the shortest straw first. She picked Garroth's name from the hat. Then she and him went inside.

    When their time was up, Aphmau and Garroth came out, blushing. They went back to their seats without saying a word, no matter how much the other girls pestered them.

    "You know what this means; whoever gets the straw gets Ein!" Katelyn announced.

    We all drew straws again and when I looked at mine, I saw that I got the shortest.

    The other girls saw and shoved Ein and I into the closet, before either of us could react. I sat down next to a wall. Ein sat down next to me.

    "I was hoping Kawaii~Chan didn't get the straw." Ein told me.

    I laughed. It was still freezing cold in the closet. I started to shiver again, hoping Ein wouldn't notice.

    Unfortunately, he did.

    "Are you cold?" he asked me.

    "Maybe. But it's good because I'm trying to get used to the cold." I said.

    "Well I'm cold. And I'm usually not, so I'm not going to suffer in the cold alone." Ein put his arm around me.

    His arm sort of jumped, because my skin was like ice.

    "How is your skin so cold?!" Ein asked me.

    "My moods become my temperature. When I'm angry or sad, I'm warm. When I'm happy or nervous, I'm cold. The only time that I'm at a normal temperature is when I feel nothing." I explained to him.

    "So...are you happy or nervous?" Ein asked me. "

    To be honest, a little of both. I'm happy because I get to be at this sleepover, and I'm nervous because I'm in this closet with you." I mumbled the last part.

    Ein hugged me. I leaned into him. He rested his head on mine.

    "It would be easier to cuddle you if you weren't so cold." he muttered into my hair. I wrapped my arms around him.

    "So you would rather me be sad and angry?" I joked.

    "No, I would rather you be happy. Eli, I-"

    Ein was cut off by the door slightly opening.

    "Hey, it hasn't been seven minutes yet!" I yelled at them.

    The door slammed shut.

    "What were you saying?" I asked Ein.

    "Nothing important. Eli, who do you love?" Ein asked me solemnly.

    "I-I don't know...I never thought about that...I've never had love before. I-I don't really know how to know if I'm in love..." I stuttered.

    "I think I know.. It's a feeling you get in your chest. It makes you sweat and blush. You feel it every time you look at a particular someone. It can hurt, but love is amazing. I've fallen in love before. Looking at her, my heart feels weird. It's nice, in a way." Ein said.

    "I think I know what it feels like. I get cold every time I see this one boy." I mumbled.

    Ein's arm shook a little, but he stopped it.

    "Who?" he asked me quietly.

    "I can't tell you. But, he is in this house."

    It was Ein. I loved Ein. I didn't realize the funny feeling in my chest was love, until tonight.

    "It's Gene isn't it." Ein sounded a little sad.

    "No it's not. I don't like Gene romantically. He is a good friend, but he just isn't the kind of boy that I would like."

    Ein looked down at me.

    "Eli, what were you doing with Gene in here?" he asked me.

    "I accidentally sat on him. I was trying to sit up against the wall, but I sat on him instead."

    Ein held me closer. I knew he couldn't see, but I blushed.

    "Why did you lock the door?"

    "He locked it. He jumped up and locked it. Then when he tried to sit back down, I said we should go."

    Ein was very tense, but when I said that he locked it, not me, he relaxed.

    Weird.

    We stayed silent for the rest of the time.

It Was LoveWhere stories live. Discover now