Impavid

This

     I spoke in between kisses, the covers wrapped around us, hiding us from the world. 

     "It's just, so, confusing, but I, really like, you." 

     "I'd believe that a lot more if you stopped talking while I was kissing you." Chase laughed. 

      I was quiet now, but he didn't kiss me again. Instead, we just lied silently under the blankets. It was dark, and I could barely make out where his face was now that it wasn't against mine. I moved my hand out, sliding my thumb over what I found to be his nose. We both laughed. 

     "Do you want to do this, Carson?" he whispered. "Because I really, really like you, too."

      "I know," I whispered. "I can tell."

      "That obvious, huh?"

       I giggled. "Well, I am pretty great."

      "Obviously. You've got two guys into you, yeah?"

       "Shut up," I teased, "I feel horrible about that."

       "Hey, as long as you pick me, I don't mind." He was laughing. 

        In more ways than one, Chase and Luke were polar opposites. I had surprised myself for being so crazy about both of these boys when they were so different from each other. But in more ways than one, they were exactly the same. They were sweet, and they both loved to make me laugh. Luke and I had only officially been seeing each other for a few weeks, and that wasn't long enough to put the rest of my life on hold while I was away at camp.

       Sure, I was here to learn, but I'd met some really great people in the process. I was thankful to have such a hilarious roommate, and I was even more thankful to find someone that had really listened to me. Luke had always heard what I was saying, but it was never in the I-want-to-know-every-little-detail-about-you way. I'd only been hanging out with Chase for about a week, but he had discovered more little facts about me than Luke had in our entire months-long friendship. 

      I sat up, uncovering myself from the blankets that were draped over my head.

     "You okay?" I could hear the concern in Chase's voice.

      "Yeah, I'm just thinking."

     "Uh oh," he mumbled. "That's never good."

      I turned to look at him, realizing that despite my obvious feelings for Luke, Chase had never hurt me. He had never pretended not to like me, been rude to me for any reason, or ignored me for long periods of time. He never made me feel unimportant or uncomfortable, either.

      "Have you ever been arrested?"

      "What?" He laughed before realizing I was staring at him intently. "Oh, you're serious." 

       I nodded. I figured that I'd know the answer. It was Chase. Of course he's never been arrested. But then again, as much as Luke was a total bad boy, it didn't expect it to be as bad as being arrested. And more than once! 

      "Nope," he answered easily. "Wait," he paused, cocking his head, "have you?"

      I wondered if his opinion of me would change if I said yes. "No, I haven't."

     "Has that guy?"

     "Luke," I informed him. "His name's Luke. And yeah, he has."

     "Oh, so Carson likes bad boys?" he teased.

     "No," I leaned forward, my mouth closer to his. "I like you," I mumbled against his lips. 

     "Maybe I'm a bad boy." He spoke between kisses.