Demons are from Heaven

Part 2: SHE

Where you go . . . I follow.

If looks could drill bullet holes, then Elwen, Clive's girlfriend, would've done that to me.

I resisted the urge to ask Zachary if I had something on my face and ignored the concerned looks the girl had been giving me the entire time since our little shake-hands-and-greet. So much for thinking she's an adorable little thing. She still was one, though.

I hadn't much of a chance of a conversation with her, but I learned from Zachary that she loved Margot Robbie movies as much as I did, perhaps maybe more. The girl had the personality of an expensive chocolate. So deliciously sweet, but too much for my social anxiety to afford. I was typically the introvert hiding in the corner and she, the overconfident extrovert under the damn limelight. Two true counterparts of each other.

While I spent my whole life waiting to be approached first, she seemed to be the type who naturally talked people up for a living. The way she chit-chatted Clive away was part of the proof.

Elwen reminded me of when I first met Zachary in primary school. He had to be annoyingly persistent and extra patient for me to ease up and finally open up to him. Which took like three years to happen. And two more years for me to believe that we were actually best buddies, and he wasn't merely fooling around for the sake of getting his homeworks done by me or cheating through my exam papers. I let him do both of those things after I assured myself that he wasn't up for taking advantage of my genius brain.

"So . . . Are you like, bi now or something?" I dropped the question to my best friend, trying to ignore how Elwen was still staring at me from time to time and tried to focus more on Zachary's hand on my knee. Was she here to watch the movie or to watch me? Jesus.

Zachary chuckled at my question. Nothing I didn't expect.

"Is it necessary to have a label?"

"Absolutely not." I ate some of his popcorn. "It just makes it a tad easier to figure out your intentions on me. I think."

Zachary turned to face me with a smile, but I kept my eyes on the screen.

"And what intentions do you want me to have on you, Mr. Harleston Kirby?" Zachary's hand moved up my thigh when he asked that.

My breath hitched, not sure if I wanted him to keep on or tell him to stop.

"I – That depends on you. You never said anything other than you want to go on a date with me."

"You have really gorgeous eyes, y' know." Zachary marked out of nowhere.

"And you didn't notice that for, what, ten years?" 

"I did." Zachary laughed. "I was just too scared to say it in a non friendly way. Didn't want to scare you off or anything. I didn't want you to think I was just another straight guy who wants to have his way with you."

"Oh."

I was yet to believe that I was on a date with my best friend, let alone he just complimented me in a not no–homo way for the first time.

There was a long moment of silence before he spoke again.

"Harley, will you be my boyfriend?"

I turned to look at him, taken by surprise. Bad move. Now we were right on each other's faces. Shit.

Zachary's eyes moved down to my lips, and I forgot what I wanted to say.

"I could." I stared back at his lips. "But you might have to convince me, Mr. Zachary Kushner."

That was it. That's all I needed to say for him to move forward to kiss me. But the second Zachary's lips almost touched mine, pretty Elwen opened her big mouth.