Best Friends and Boy Friends

Chapter 7 - Friend Or Something

CIARA

I'm stupid.

I'm so stupid.

I practically forced Kevin to watch a movie with me. When I asked him he took ages to respond so I kept rambling and he eventually agreed. We walked into the sitting room in silence. Awkward silence.

I sat at one end of the couch and Kevin took a seat at the other end. I couldn't help but feel self conscious as he had sat as far away from me as possible. Do I look diseased or something? Am I that ugly that he can't bear to be near me?

"You can leave if you want to I-I mean I just wanted some company it's better than both o-of us being bored b-but-" God I was rambling again. Thank god he cut me off.

"No I'll stay. I mean if you w-want me to uh I'm not v-very good company I'm kinda shy" I couldn't help but swoon. How cute. How can I make him feel comfortable? I began to think while flicking through the movie channels. I eventually decided on 'The Notebook'. I didn't even ask Kevin his opinion he seemed to be once again lost in thought.

As the film began, I grabbed the nearby blue blanket that covered Kevin up until an hour ago, and instinctively pulled it over myself. Purely for comfort not warmth. The blanket reached halfway into Kevin's lap. Just great. Do I ask him if he wants it? Will I move it away? Should I just pretend I don't notice and continue staring emotionlessly at the TV? I went for the latter option.

I could tell from the corner of my eye that the Greek god seated to my left was also contemplating what to do as he glanced between the blanket and the space between us. Sensing this discomfort I bravely inched closer to him, closing the gap between us ever so slightly. He then gently tugged the blanket so it then covered him fully too. There was still about 6 inches between our two bodies and a very awkward silence hung in the air. I decided to break the ice. "So have you seen this before?"

"Yeah." He said, sounding bored while keeping his eyes firmly at the screen like me. I didn't bother replying as I got the feeling he didn't want to make conversation.

I had been up all night tossing and turning in my bed for most of the night before, getting only a few hours sleep due to Kevin's occupancy in my sitting room as well as the worry I felt towards Clo's recent partying attitude. Bottom line, I was tired. I felt myself yawning about 5 times during the first half an hour of the film and I scooted over closer to Kevin for comfort.

I rested my head on his shoulder as our sides touched. This didn't even effect Kevin as his eyes remained fixed at the screen. He smelled amazing and I had the urge to hug him there and then. But I didn't. Of coarse I didn't, he'd think I'm even more of a freak. I could feel my eyelids closing along with my heart pounding faster than usual.

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I woke up and the alarm clock read 2:00pm. Wait what?! There's no alarm clock in my sitting room?! I wiped my eyes and looked around. Sitting up I realised I was in my own bedroom. Was earlier really just a dream?

I stretched and got out of my comfy bed. Sighing, I took off my warm tracksuit and popped into the shower. Afterwards I changed into my running shorts, sports bra and trainers as I usually do on a Sunday afternoon when I go for a run. I like running - it relaxes me and helps me clear my head and I definitely needed to clear my head after that realistic dream last night.

As I was tying the lace of my trainer, Clo walks into my room holding her head.

"I think I'm dying." She plopped down on my bed wrapping the sheets over her. She was still in her clothes from the evening before and I couldn't help but silently thank god that I'd be out of the house while she'd be complaining about having yet another hangover.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" I still held on to a tiny shred of hope that maybe my dream was real. Clo just shook her head slowly before gently closing her eyes.

I towel dried my hair before placing it up in a ponytail. I then walked towards kitchen to grab a quick snack. That's when I saw it. The cutest note ever written lay on my kitchen table.

Hey this is kinda awkward but I'm that really shy guy who stayed at your house last night. Kevin is my name but you can call me Kev - only if you want to I mean I may never see you again but just in case you know you could say Kev or Kevin I don't mind-

Oh my God. Swoon. I couldn't help but get butterflies in my stomach. I read on feeling both giddy and excited.

- We watched a movie together well I did, you fell asleep. I hope you don't think I'm weird or anything but I carried you to your bedroom so you'd be more comfortable. God I'm no good with talking in person to you I'm so shy. But thanks for letting me stay and I hope maybe we'll cross paths again. I'm not trying to hit on you or anything but here's my number, just incase I don't know, you get bored and need a friend or something? God I should really stop embarrassing myself. Anyway, bye Ciara. Thanks again,
Kev.

This boy couldn't get more perfect. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet guys like him and I knew two things for certain:

1) It wasn't a dream.

2) I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass.