Life is but a Fiction...

41- We're just friends, right?

The last thing I should've agreed to do was run. It's like I wanted the nausea to come back, I was lucky it didn't.

"You do remember that I wa sick earlier, right? Of course I was gonna lose." I was out of breath, I held myself by leaning against the car.

Jimmy chortled. He picked me up off the ground and turned around, making me turn with him, while screaming that he won. I was laughing my ass off, he was out of his mind.

"Yes, yes. You won. Put me down now or I will vomit again. What do you want now?"

He smirked and let me go, while staying incredibly close to me, standing right in front of me. I felt the butterflies coming back straight away. Was he gonna kiss me? Impossible. Jimmy cupped my face with his right hand, I stood perfectly still, looking at him, as my heart was now pounding hard in my chest. He leaned in and kissed my cheek as I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. He could for sure tell I was nervous just by how he could feel my heart beating hard.. As I reopened my eyes, Jimmy was getting behind the wheel.

"I... I..." I was lost for words. I pulled myself together and sat in the car. "What was that?"

"That race wasn't fair, I'm sorry. So I'm being easy on you. And I'm happy with what I got. I made you laugh."

"You got nothing, Jim. I, on the other hand, got a kiss on the cheek. Your prize sucks." I chuckled.

"Shut up, Liss. I'm perfectly fine with this."

I smiled at him and stopped arguing with him for the following five while he was driving us home. When we got back to my place, Jimmy got out of the car and took out his phone from his pocket.

"I'll call a cab, we booked a hotel with the guys for the L.A. show." Jimmy announced.

"Do you want to come have lunch with my family tomorrow? They'll be happy to see you."

"Okay, yeah, sounds fun."

"Then, why don't you sleep here? They'll get here in the morning. " I snatched his phone from his hand and lifted it up in the air above my head, as if it was out of reach from my tall friend. I was smiling.

"Give me that." He snatched it back easily. "Okay, I'll stay here. But, you know I could have joined you later? Don't need your pity or something."

"I know you could have. But I also know how you love to sleep in whenever you can, especially on tour, so you know, it might be better to just stay here."

Jimmy agreed. I showered real quick and tried to wash off my thoughts by telling myself I was going absolutely nuts. Inviting him to sleep over, I was a masochist. I got out of the bathroom and headed back to my room. Jimmy was already laying on the bed, shirtless. I had to look away for a quick second. I joined him and stared at the ceiling.

"I'm so excited that my dad will get to watch you perform and meet his favorite band on the same night. I will be eternally grateful to Zacky and you for this."

"Maybe see his favorite band... But seeing me perform? Please. I once was his nightmare, you know, just by hanging out with you. The bad influence, making you a bad girl."

God, hearing him say those last words definitely made me feel some kind of way. No way I was making this up in my head. I was still staring at the ceiling, giggling. I could not face him right now. I tried to remain serious.

"He admires you a lot now. He finally sees what I saw from the beginning, cause I'm cool, you know." I said, proud of myself.

"And what is that you saw?" He asked.