"We're going to have a small group hang out at Micah's house this weekend. Might change to sometime next week though. I really think you'd enjoy it."
I smile, lifting my eyes up at Qaileen who grins right back at me. Her hands rub against the couch she is seated on, and her eyes wander about, perhaps fascinated by the minimal decoration of my small livingroom. It's the first time she visits my humble living place, mostly because she insisted she'd come home with me so we could hang out and stuff — her words, not mine — and so, having given into the peer pressure and also reasoning with myself that indeed, Qaileen is more than an aquaintance, I decided I'd order take-outs for us and enjoy her company for the night.
It just makes sense. I had a long day — and by long day, I just mean my mind was all over the fact and imagery of kissing Micah, only for us to part ways a bit awwkardly, if I should admit — and being with somebody to debrief just feels right. I'd invite Andrea but...
I don't know. I guess I just didn't ask if she was available or something.
"That would be really nice, except don't you think Micah should be the one inviting me? Plus, I am not too sure who else would be there besides yourself and Micah, so wouldn't I feel a bit out of place?"
"No." She leans over to get her drink; I cannot be blamed for lowering my gaze over to her cleavage that flashes before me. "You'll be with me, you'll be with Micah I'm sure, but most importantly, you'll be with me. The rest are Micah's friends and... I guess you could say, family members."
I hum, crossing one leg over the other. "I guess I could hang out with you guys. That would be cool."
"Great. I will inform Micah about my invite so he isn't taken aback when he sees you, though, I guess I could say I doubt he'd mind you being there. He seems... fond, of you."
I chuckle, mind going back to the memories of the elevator. "We're just good... friends."
"Really?" Qaileen sips her drink, eyes squinting at me momentarily until she downs the content. "Reid has reasons to believe you guys are more than just friends."
"Reid has his own delusions that he feels I should have as well. Plus, he is overly inquisitive and comes up with his own conclusions even despite reasoning with him. Don't care about what he says." The woman across me laughs lightly, placing her drink back on the coffee table. "Besides, if we are going to talk about just friends, I could be asking yourself and Reid the same question. You know? Like, what's really going on between the two of you."
Qaileen guffaws, throwing herself against the backrest of the couch as she claps her hands repetitively. A scene that bring amusement to my heart. She even has one knee raised up.
"Excuse me? Me? M-me and Reid? You've got to be kidding me." She point over at me, having another few dragged seconds to laugh some more. "Oh my goddess, how hillarious."
Oh?
I giggle, tilting my head at her, and then mentally agreeing that this is a sudden habit I've adopted from Micah. "So, nothing is happening between you two?"
"Not in the slightest. I'd rather kiss a frog than be with him, and mind you, deep fried frogs are delicious." she sits up, grinning as she tucks strands of hair behind her ears. "Reid isn't my type. Don't get me wrong, to an extent, I think he is cute, but him and I are far from being a match. He's just too goofy, lacks motivation and often thinks the world revolves around him. He's kind of stupid, and I can't be with somebody like that, even if it was my last option. No ways."
"But have you noticed his interests for you?"
"Of course I have. I notice a lot around me, so of course I would notice his interests for me. I don't plan on perusing him or even giving him ideas. No. I don't want him. Besides, I have a boyfriend."
