Swapped Love | ✓

■ Rapid Fire

"Okay, lets change it a bit to Rapid Fire. One question each. I will go first. Tea or coffee?" He asked.

"Coffee. Favorite color," I asked.

"Sea green," He winked.

I looked away, biting my lip. Of course. The way he spoke that way, I was sure he might claw my eyes to preserve them.

"Apple pie or blueberry pie? Oh, wait. I think I know this. Its apple pie, right?" He asked, getting excited.

"No, its blueberry actually," I said.

He frowned.

"What?" I asked.

"You like apple pie. The second time we met, we ate at the café where we went the last time. I think you ordered apple pie and you said you loved it," He said in deep thought, "You even said how your grandma used to make them and you loved them."

That was Alice. I had not entered the picture yet. He had a good memory, geez. Plus, I went to the café that one time. It seemed he was speaking about the same café.

"My tastes changed," I lied through my teeth.

"So fast?" He sounded like he didn't believe me.

"Yes, favorite movie," I said, wanting to go further with this game.

"Terminator series. Favourite hero," His expression went back to the cheerful face.

"Henry Caville. Favourite actress."

"Kate Winslet. First kiss."

Well, I got kissed by a boy called Gabriel in seventh grade but that was on the cheek. Will that count?

"Gabriel. I don't remember his surnname. Seventh grade."

"Did you use tongue?" He asked.

"No, my turn. Football or basketball?"

"Basketball. Did you use tongue?" He asked impatiently.

"No, Jared. Most embarassing incident."

"I had a dare. I had to wear just my underwear and go to my teacher's house and announce I was gay. Shucks! Horrible!" He wrinkled his nose and shuddered.

I burst out laughing.

"Sure. Laugh in. Whats yours?" He challenged.

"I had to eat mud in front of my crush," I said, remembering.

"Ouch."

"Yup. He didn't speak to me after that. Ever. Jerk. Favourite food."

"Pancakes. Favourite film."

"Jurassic park. Best friend."

"Kyle. Best friend. Naomi, right?"

"Yup. Favourite book."

"To Kill a mockingbird. Favourite person."

"I can't pinpoint, too many. Yours?"

"You," He replied simply.

I blushed, "Um...thanks?" It came out as a question.

"No problem," He replied cheekily, smirking at my haphazard state.

"Okay."

I looked away and the game just stopped there, we both knew. I turned back to find him giving me looks.

Not just any look. That look.

"Don't," I shook my head.

"What?" His smile was going to be my cause of death.