Unexpectedly

Chapter 8

That's Daxter btw :))) I had such a hard time finding a photo...
Love you! (Whoever you are)

"Wow! You almost got me there." I laughed the fakest laugh I have ever laughed. I knew it was a joke, but it hit me hard. He better not be toying with my feelings. "I thought we were gonna move away from making me laugh?"

"Yeah," He chuckled nervously. "It was a funny joke I guess."

"Are you okay? You look so uneasy."

A little too uneasy I'd say. He seemed more nervous around me before. Why? He assisted in getting me kidnapped. I should be so angry right now;torn apart; screaming at the top of my lungs. I had so much trust in him. I'm not angry at all though. In fact, I'm pretty relaxed. Maybe his dad was right, he was here to calm me.

"I'm totally fine. Anyways...uh...what's your favorite color?"

"Blue. Any type. The sky. The nighttime. And the water."

"Wow, I assumed you were a green girl."

"And I'm assuming you're into black. What's you favorite color then?"

"Not black, that's for sure."

"What is it then?" I couldn't imagine him in any other color of clothing. Not that I was attempting to imagine him in a bunch a clothing. Maybe. Or maybe something along the lines of that.

"Don't laugh," he turned his head away from me. I gave a caring nod. "My favorite color is yellow."

"Yellow?!?!" I was about to burst into laughter but I stopped myself just in time. "I mean, yellow. It's very...manly?"

"It's not meant to be manly, but thanks for trying. I just like it because it's a color I've come to appreciate, staying underground a lot. I love the color of the sun and the flowers and anything yellow. I don't know why." Coincidentally, I was wearing a yellow shirt was a sun on it.

"Wait, hold up. You stay underground a lot?"

"That's right, I haven't told you yet. To sum it all up, you're in a room in my dad's underground tunnel. He practically lives here." He let out a loud and depressing sigh. "I can always get out of the house cause he's never there. Ugh, lets just talk about something else, okay?"

He avoided looking right at my face and instead stared at the ground. I didn't dare to say anything else. Every so often, his eyes would flicker up and me, but he'd turn a bit pink and go back to examining the floor. Why is he so nervous all of a sudden. We were fine 'acquaintances'  before.

He's a better person than what I assumed he was. Kind, caring, considerate, hopeful, and freaking hot. I looked at him. Something was different then before-appearance wise. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I stared at him intently until it finally popped into my head. His hair. It was not hanging over his eyes anymore. It was kind of like a Lego haircut, but in a hot kind of way. You know? It's hard to explain. Anyway, I stared at his hair for a bit. I could imagine myself running my hand through his ruff hair and smelling his cologne looming on his skin. I'd bite my lip like I do when I'm nervous and he'll respond with a very passionate way of showing affection. I need to stop, don't I? Suddenly, without any warning at all, he looked up at me daydreaming and staring at him.

"Are you staring at me?" He asked with a devilish grin.

"No! That's weird and makes other people uncomfortable."

"Oh, I didn't know-I mean- I don't mind at all. Go ahead."

"What do you mean you didn't know?"

"Nothing, I just feel really bad for you. Not because your staring, just because of your...situation."