Just your Wingman

Thankful

All Ryan did was smile. Not the least bit of surprise or shock on his face. He seemed as if relieved or happy that I've finally called that one night out. It was the night he told me he liked me.

He took two steps towards me and cupped his warm hand on my cheek. His hand warmed my cold face. He was so close to me that I could feel his warm breath on my nose. It shocked me as his warm hand cupped on my cheek. I inhaled sharply and tensed up.

His smile slackened. He looked directly in my blue eyes. His face was now in seriousness. "Everything I say right now is true." He caressed my hair with his other hand. "I know you like Erick, but that won't stop me from not leaving the thought of you and me behind. I will wait for you."

I exhaled. Shock coursed through my face. So he does like me. "I never thought you'd ever say that..." I managed to say. I was breath taken. I couldn't comprehend most of the words he said except for "you and me". My face started to turn red and warm.

Then questions bottled up in my head. Does he seriously like me? When did he start liking me? How long did he keep it in? Did he ever tell Erick about this, they are best friend? Has he been dropping hints? Does he seriously like me?!

He smirked. "What's wrong Hamster, your face is warm. Are you catching a cold?" He said innocently as if he didn't just confess that he had feelings for me. That comment made me more red.

I slapped his hand away from my face. "Sh-shut up! Whatever Gorilla..." I looked away in embarrassment.

After my face had stopped the redness I looked back at him. "So, you really do like me?"

He poked my nose and simply said, "Boop. I win." Then he ran as quickly as he could to the cafe down the street. "Are you coming?" He yelled.

I growled and ran after him, "Cheater! I was caught off guard Gorilla!!" I ran across the street over to him. The rain was pouring hard yet he waited for me on the other side. "Dude, get inside it's raining."

"I had to wait for you first. I said I wouldn't leave you, you know." He messed with my wet hair. I crinkled my nose at him then shook my head, making me wet hair splattering him with water. We both laughed as I spun my hair around.

"Get inside, we're going to catch a cold." Then I pushed him inside and shut the door behind us. Drops of water fell as we got in from our clothes. We were both soaking wet. "What time is it? I probably should be getting home."

Ryan checked his watch, "It's time for you to get a watch. It's also 5:34." I punched his arm softly. "Let's go ask for towels."

Then one of the workers there looked at us in shock. He had greased back hair and a handle bar moustache. He looked so cliche that I stifled a laugh just looking at him." Deux amants sous la pluie ?! Vous faites mon magasin mouillé! Dehors! Dehors!" He yelled in French.

"Uh...what?" I looked at Ryan in confusion. I did not take French class. Even if I did I'm pretty sure I still wouldn't know what he was saying since I get bad grades.

I could tell that Ryan was translating what the worker said in his head because he looked in deep thought. Then as if Ryan had a lightbulb on his head he jolted up and said, "I got this!" He cleared his throat and said slowly trying to pronounce the words right, " Je suis désolé. Nous serons les amoureux à l'avenir. Hmm.. Nous sommes le chou ours. Uh... Les serviettes? Please?"

I looked at Ryan with more confusion. "I think I said that I am sorry. We are just friends. Uh ... towels? Please? I also said another thing about us being lovers but that's not important..." Ryan simply said.

I blushed red, "You told him we were lover?!" I punched Ryan in the arm as he snickered.

"You are amateur at the French!" The man scolded. We went to the back to find towels ranting about a bear and cabbage. His accent made his English sound weird.