One Way To Find Out

Chapter Ten: The plan

"What makes you think I'll know all about this things? I haven't really experienced such intimate relationship." I squirm on his bed as he stares at me intensely.

It's recently fifteen minutes after one in the afternoon, Zayden thought it is the great time to pierce my heart with his sharp spear of wanting a perfect date to smitten Annabelle. I've slept over everything and I feel more in control on handling my outside display on this issue.

"Just tell me what you would want a guy to do for you on your first date." He lays down on his back on the red  sheets of his bed, I force my brain to think about what a perfect date is like instead of the warmth radiating on  his arm touching my upper thigh and the manly scent of his colon.

I'm a primitive person thus the desire to go to a fancy restuarant with menus of dish names I can't even pronounce, is way smaller compared to going to skate around town and munching on fast food.

My brain does that funny thing, where I picture Zayden and I gazing at the city lights on the dork of his car with Romy's pizza placed in between us while chatting away about anything that comes to our mind.

"Just set out a nice picnic." My unromantic suggestion makes him to glare at me.

"Don't look at me like that, you're the boy and you are supposed to know how to plan a perfect date." I fold my arms to restrain my hands from forming fists due to the anger swimming in my blood.

I admit I'm envious of Annabelle and I feel disgusted for even feeling something as evil as envy. It's about time I give Zayden up, because we clearly won't be good for each other, maybe it's a sign.

I watch him stand up and begin to pace in the room, he will have a meltdown if this goes on any longer. I need to think of something that will light his dull idea bulb. He could ask some of his other guy friends, they might help him.

"You could ask some if your guy friends you know." The words come out lazily, but they halt his pacing briskly. He turns to me with a less worried face, he bobs his head slowly before digging up his phone out of his phone to probably make a call.

"Taylor can help, I guess." He murmurs as he types on his mobile.

That's when it hits me hard and soft. Taylor, the stiff dude who can't even have a proper conversation without being uncomfortable, how the heck will he be able to be any close to romantic? If I were to set up a list of individuals who are romantic to less romantic, Taylor won't even be on the list.

"Can you come over... sure man." He turns to me with a wide grin and I sit up straight with a forced smile. He takes me off guard and begin to tickle me with no signs of stopping.

"Zayden! Stop!" I laugh hysterically as I try to wiggle away from his grip. He won't let me go till I snort and I know this thus I fight hard to free myself from him.

"Ohh no you won't!" He exclaims so high I'm sure his voice is piercing through the walls of the house. I'm beyond surprised no one hasn't paused the shenanigans happening here.

Sprinting to the open bathroom, I somehow trip over air and there I fly on the fluffy baby blue mat. A pained groan espace my mouth as I feel my knee scrap on the rough texture of the bathroom floor, the mirth all dies done as my body creates a muffled thud.

"Ohh my word, Liana are you okay?" I hear the panic in is voice as I feel him help me to get up.

I might have fell to bad because I just began to laugh hysterically both from embarrassment and probably madness. I choke on laughter andstart to snort loudly like a pig.

"Are you serious right now? You leg could be broken and your busy laughing? Liana have you gone mad?" His frantic gasp for air hides the concern twisting in his vocals, his arm manage to carry me to his bed and carefully laying me done he examine the small scrapes on my knee.

"You're bleeding, let me call mom." He doesn't take three steps before I grab onto his wrist to stop him from seeking for unnecessary assistant for such a small thing.

"There isn't a pool of blood here, relax. Just get the first aid kit." I say. Taking not even a minute, a red and white bag sits next to me and he begins nursing my wound with gentle care.

His curls are covering his forehead making him look cuter than usual, the way he bites his lips to concentrate on the cuts causes my heart to palpitate, along with his soft hands in contact with my skin and his actions of care makes me breathless, but I know deep down I can't have him because he loves someone else and he could never imagine to be with me.

Done cleaning the cuts, he rips a pink elastoplate with little drawings of crowns, flowers and other girly drawings and securely stick it to cover the cuts. If we were in a different situation I would have teased him about the plastic bandage, forced him to reveal the secret behind it, but I can't.

"It's all wrapped up now, everything perfect." He says smoothly, before placing a small kiss on my knee and on that exact moment Taylor knocks on the open door, startling us and ruining everything.

"Finally you came, I was wondering when you'll arrive here." Zayden says, while packing up small mess and retrieving the first aid kit back to the top shelve in the walk-in closet.

I glance at Taylor who merely gaze at my knee before turing to Zayden skeptically as if waiting for him to explain what is going on between us. He looked more younger than yesterday, it might be the ash gray sweater on top of the stainless white shirt or the few obstinate black hair peeking out of the blue baseball cap.

"I had things to handle before I came here." Taylor responds coolly, he tentatively walks in, his eyes drinking his surrounding. I don't know why I felt the sudden urge to use the restroom, but maybe I just drank too much liquids because I swiftly go to the bathroom located on the first floor without informing.

I leave Zayden to explain the reason for calling Taylor.