- THE GAME -

Spill

It's been 2 weeks since my encounter with blue eyes. The question about him lingers on my mind, is he gay? I know he sent me a wink, but what if I got the wrong sign?

I sighed, pulling my shirt over my head.

I decided to go with contacts today because why not?

Me and Ezra planned to meet up at the coffee shop,
Which I automatically agreed to. I'm down for sleep or coffee, don't judge. Or snuggles... god I love snuggling.

I got me my keys, opening the door, locking it. I started to drive, listening to some music. When I arrived, I noticed how crowded it was. I pouted, not liking how much people were here. It's always barely people here, and I like that. Now, there's about one hundred people here!

I opened my car door, locking it behind me. I stopped when I felt a ping in my back pocket. It was Ezra. 'Z ALERT! Z ALERT!'  I have no idea what they even means, but okay. I guess they're's a z alert now.

Opening the door, I tried looking for Ezra. Groaning when I can't find her anywhere.

I pushed through all the people who crowded the cashier counter. I almost made it to my regular stop when I hit something hard, hot stuff pouring on my shirt.

"I'm so, so, so sorry!!" I apologized, looking at the coffee on the floor. I started to get towels when a hand landed on mine, stopping me. It was way bigger than mines, and vines going all the way up to the arm.

"It's alright." A deep, raspy voice said from behind me. I felt a body pressed on mine, making my cock hard from just hands, height, and freaking voice!

I looked up, seeing him.

I saw how his eyes were light blue, dirty blonde hair that fluffed out, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and muscles covering his whole body.

"I-I- um... yeah, s-sorry," I stuttered. He smiled at me, and god if that didn't make me blush. "I have a black shirt on anyways, you can't see it," Zander told me. I nodded, moving my hand quickly.

"You're cute," I heard him whisper, making me blush harder. He chuckled, patting my head before leaving. Holy chickenmoly...

I saw the familiar blonde headed girl running towards me, grinning hard. "ANDYY!!" She hugged me super tight I thought I was going to die. "What?" I asked. "Zander fucking Silva just— holy shit!" I scolded her, telling Ezra to not curse, which made her roll her eyes.

"Oh, and I hope to see you sometime," I heard Zander say. "Get his number," Ezra whispered in my ear, grinning at me. I felt heat rush to my face, looking down.

What? I can't do that! I just met him. It-

"Can he have your number? He's just very shy!" Ezra smiled. I looked at her, shocked. Zander chuckles, pulling at his phone. I grabbed mine from my back-pocket, glaring at her.

We exchanged numbers, and I couldn't get thoughts of him out of my mind. He was so handsome, honestly the man of my dreams. Zander was super nice with Ezra, not being the person who ignores their fans, so maybe he was a kind person? What if it was just all a act and he was playing with me?

My heart pounded faster as I thought about different things. My breaths hitched, catching the attention of Ezra. "Andy. You know it's bad to overthink. Is it because you think he doesn't like you? I've read way to many books to know that he likes you. It's in his eyes, Andy." Ezra hugs me, giving me a tight squeeze.

I love her hugs, no, I love her. She's so easygoing and easy to talk to. When you need someone by your side, she's right there. When you just want to have a good time, she's there. Doesn't matter what it is, she's there. I wouldn't change it for the world. When I went through my trauma and what caused me to have trouble seeing, she was there. Yeah, we had our ups and downs, but we're still together, that's all that matters.

I don't care if it was my life or keep her, I'm keeping her. She's sometimes a brat, but that's her special feature. She doesn't care about anyone's opinions, or what they have to say about her. She does her own thing and many people can't deal with her, though I can. That's what makes us perfect for each other.

She may be three years older than me, but we still have best friends bracelets, best friend cards, best friends everything. Some call it immature, yet I call it our way. We have others, like going to the club or giving each other  something we've been wishing for, but the 'immature' way, is ours.

Trying to make the perfect best friend. I went everywhere with this, I know.