Moonstruck

25 | not that good

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RIVER

"It must be here somewhere."

My words fall flat in the silence of the house, glancing around Dex's room as I search for my best friend's art supplies. It feels a little weird and privacy invading but hey, they asked.

Nash stands by the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. It's not the second time I've had this view and can never get enough.

The man knows how to be hot without even trying, I swear is some kind of pact he has with the devil. No one can be that attractive at all times.

"You're quieter than usual," I comment, noticing that something's bothering him, I can bet I know what it is.

He simply shrugs, still no verbal response as i furrow my brows at him. Yeah buddy, no one's believing that. Might as well rip the bandage already.

"If it's about earlier, you don't have to get all weird, unless you're having a internal crisis because you did in fact realise you like me," I land another joke, as the only way I know how to deal with things.

Nash shifts, "I'm not being weird about it."

"Saying it doesn't make it a reality," I purse my lips with fake pity, holding back from patting his shoulder before he gets weirder, "We needed to release the tension, it's done, let's forget about it."

"You really think you can just forget?" he eyes me carefully, studying my features.

Nope. "Yeah, you're not that good, Casanova."

"Surely seemed like I was when you were screaming my name while dripping all over my fingers," the tone of his voice drop a note, my body shuddering.

"Ugh, I know, I should totally receive an award for my top notch acting skills," I turn my back to him so I can hide my grin.

I'm totally messing with him but at least it's making him loosen up. None of us has the chance to sneak out to avoid the next morning awkward conversation, seeing that we both had the same destination. So this is the best we can do.

Nash hums, "Acting, huh?"

"Yeah, it was so boring I had to totally fake it halfway through. For a supposed fuckboy I expected a better performance," I press my lips together, stopping the laugh that threatens to escape.

To make it more believable I distract myself but continuing my search for Sabrina's things. When I move on to the desk filled with papers, I catch sight of a pink bag.

That must be it.

Grabbing my phone from the back pocket, I hold the bag in my hand and take a picture before sending it to the private messages with my best friend.

Me:
*shared photo*
is this it?

As I wait for an answer I put the phone down on the desk and remember I'm not alone. Ready to blurt another atrocity from my mouth, I tilt my head to side to look at Nash.

What I didn't expect was for him to be so close and no longer by the door. My words fall forgotten on the tip of my tongue as I swallow my dry throat.