The Fiche List

Chapter Thirteen

Ok. Sorry it's been so long and sorry this chapter's so long, but I didn't know how to break it up smaller, so =) Anyway... enjoy!

68. Make a new ice-cream flavour

I was sitting in the lounge room reading my random laws book so I could drive Jase up the wall with facts like it's illegal to have sleeping donkeys in the bath after seven pm in Oklahoma. I was totally gonna yell that one at him when he went to take a shower tonight. But I mean, really? Who made this stuff up? Seriously. They need to get a life. Ironic, really, coming from the girl who was sitting here reading them. But hey. That's what books are for. To be read. I looked up when the front door opened, and my eyes grew wide as Tristan walked in and crossed the room to sit down next to me like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

"Hey Fiche."

"Um, hey?" What was he doing here?

"What're you reading?"

I held up the front cover so he could see for himself. He smiled and chuckled. I lowered the book back down to my lap, flicking the edges of the pages absently. "What are you doing here? Did you get lost, because if you did, this is my house, not yours, FYI, and if you're here because of Jase, his room is right there." I pointed to my brother's door. 

"I know," he nodded. But he just continued looking at me. I stared back. 

"Well?"

The corner of his mouth turned up a little, and he brought a leg up to rest his ankle on his knee and leaned towards me.

"Uh..." I muttered as he pinned me with his gaze.

"Well, Fiche, I think I know who's house this is and that Jase is in there, and I also know it wouldn't occur to you that I might actually be here to see you."

My mouth fell open a little in shock. What?He pulled a DVD out from behind him and held it up for me. 

"Do you want to watch a movie, Fiche?"

He waited for my response, but I could hardly think, he'd shocked me so much and him looking at me like that wasn't making it easier. 

"Uh..." I repeated, stupidly.He seemed to think that was a yes and got up to put it on. Then came back and sat right next to me, not too close we were practically breathing the same air, but close enough for it to be a little more than friendly. His shoulder brushed mine and as his foot found its way back over his knee it rested gently against my knee. Not daring to look at him with him so close (god only knew if he would do something crazy like grab my face and plant one on me), I glanced at him out of the corners of my eyes, and shifted slightly away from him. His lips turned up in a small, almost smug smile. 

About ten minutes into the movie, he did that cliche move and snaked his arm behind me, letting it rest along the back of the couch. I tensed, then twisted so my back was against the armrest and I was sitting sideways, facing him with narrowed eyes. He just looked at me with that smile still playing on his lips and a fake innocent expression on his face like he was actually confused as to why I moved. Ass. 

"What are you doing, Fiche?" he teased.

"What are you doing?" I shot back.

He glanced at his arm and back to me, still smiling. "What do you think?"

"I think a lot of different things. It's hardly fair to ask me to sum it all up in one sentence."

Tristan was laughing before I even finished speaking. I sighed, but I was fighting back a smile, and he saw it. He stopped laughing suddenly, though humour lingered on his features, and focused on my mouth for several seconds before dragging his gaze back up to my eyes again. "Haven't you ever watched a movie with a guy before?"