I (MIGHT) FALL FOR YOU

Chapter 1

ARINA'S P.O.V

"Do you really think Anthony should win? Well I vote for Christine."

"Do you think I care?"

"Oh you promise you'll watch."

"I'm not saying I would watch this cooking show."

"Grumpy."

"Celebrity."

"Hey look who's talking!"

And bam. He slapped me. He always does. Ugh I really wanted to slap back but his muscly hands kept grabbing my shoulders so I couldn't move. Cheater.

"Cheater."

"Haha I'm still your friend."

"I wish I had choice."

"No you don't."

He tickled me. Left. Right. Left. Right. Gosh I was trying to concentrate on watching this Masterchef but this huge creater kept disturbing.

"Shoot, Riley! Gordon's about to announce the winner!"

"Anthony wins. Shush. Next channel."

"Nooooo it must be Christine!"

"I say Anthony."

"Okay. Throw a bet. If Christine wins, you owe me green tea latte whipped cream every afternoon for a week."

"Done."

We were waiting for the result then. I got us a bowl of popcorn. Riley tagged me a twitpic of our messy living room. Soon the whole fans responsed. Some of them bullied me. Again. Haha. No I meant they always said they wish they were me. I'd say I wish someone else replaced my position because girl, being Riley's best friend took a lot of effort. He's a pain at most of the time.

"And next Masterchef is..."

Gordon's voice from TV echoed to the entire house. I turned the volume up.

"Anthony..."

"Oh better be Christine..."

I held my breath. I saw Gordon's smirk on TV. "Christineeeeeeee!"

"Whoohooo!"

"Yeah yeah okay don't scream."

"Where's my latte..."

"Alright shush cmon."

Yes. Imagine that. Watching Masterchef and getting a Starbucks treat for a week? My life is wonderfully amazing. Look at this guy's face. He drove me like a personal driver, brought me to the closest - the most often store we usually come to, ordered me my holy green tea latte, as I peacefully sat at the corner table. This guy with verified Twitter account drove and treated me some coffee, indeed. Let's laugh.

"Happy?"

"So happy." I giggled. "Where's the guys?"

"Home, making music."

"You?"

"Treating the princess. What you think I'm doing."

"Haha. Smile, Ri. Smile." I tickled him. "Let's bring something up to Con and Tobs."

I walked up to the counter and ordered their usual coffees. Riley was already in the car as I brought the orders. We drove back home. Connor and Toby were falling asleep at each other's shoulders in the living room.

"Guys? Hey, we bring you coffees." I shook Connor's hand.

"Hmm..."

"Wake up."

"Oh you." Toby murmured. "I heard coffee."

"You smell coffee." I chuckled, gave him two cups of Starbucks. "Cmon, I'll make burgers."

"Where's Mom and Dad?" Riley put his car key.

"Out dinner." Connor yawned. "I want triple burgers."

"Me four." Toby raised his hand.

"Me five." Riley followed.

"One for each." I glared them all. Do I look like a nanny?

Stacking a dozen of burgers for these brothers, I finished at seven. The guys already attacked the plates a second after I placed it. Don't bother checking. They took it all.

"Bye guys." I grabbed my jacket and purse.

"Why so early?" Riley stood up.

"I'm tired. Mom's texted anyway."

"Let me drive."

"Noooo are you kidding me? Where you think my house is. Don't make me look so lame." I smirked.

"Are you kidding? What letting a girl walk by herself at night you think would make me?"

"Such a dork." I rolled my eyes. "Cmon. Just walk."

"I'm lazy." Riley begged. "Car?"

"Walk." I glared.

"Sheesh. Okay." He lazily walked with me.

Under the moonlight, Riley cuddled me inside his jacket. Alright it's cold outside. The small rain today in Orlando has lasted longer than expected. But I still prefer walking though Riley's not liking the idea.

"Want me to check inside?" He stopped at my garage.

"Not really. I'm good. Oh but wait." I took a snapback that hung on the wall. "Don't get flu."

"That's because of you." He put it on.

"Shut up. Who's begging to accompany?"

"No I don't want to argue."

"Neither do I." I smirked. "Just go home. See you!"

"School at seven thirty, don't be late!"

I turned around. "No need to pick me up."

"Who're you telling me what to do?" Riley answered in attitude. "I care about your safety. Deal with that."

"Ouch."

"I'm serious!"

"Okaaay oh my gosh alright!"

"Good." He kissed my forehead. "Now go inside. Night."

"Nanite."

I waited for him to walk further across my garage til I couldn't see his back anymore, then closed the door. My heart's beating faster. Uncontrollably touched my forehead. What he just did.