Misguided Steps

furniture ✮

Arya went to sit Luca's tea on the coffee table, but found it covered as a part of the fort. She returned to the kitchen to set their drinks down before bouncing back on her tiptoes, innocently pulling the pegs out of place.

"Hey!" Finley accused as the roof fell on top of the boy's heads.

"Oops." She spoke, nothing in her voice hinting at an apology. She continued to unpeg the fort, throwing the colourful clips into a neat pile by the tv cabinet.

"What are you doing?" Luca questioned, pulling the sheet away from ontop of him, ruining the budget ghost-like costume look. Finley smiled, stifling a laugh as the sheet pulled at his hair, brushing it out of it's usual quiff. It was flatter than normal, messier. Cuter.

Arya grabbed the bundled up pile in his hands and tossed them into the kitchen as well. She pulled the coffee table out, dragging it so it was against the wall next to the static playing radio. "I need a place to put my tea." She stated firmly. No one questioned her, it was her that had made the fort and so it was her that could bring it down.

Her pink socks shuffled against the floor as she went to grab the steaming mugs, gently placing Luca's onto the table and taking a sip of her own before setting it down again.

"Ah." She let out a satisfied sound, her fingertips peaking out of the borrowed oversized shirt to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Finley and Luca still sat on the floor, watching Arya with interest. They sure had an amazing friend, weirdly extroverted and introverted at the same time. An inside person that loves tea and sweaters and an outside person that loved rain and trees. A beautiful mixture of anything a friend could ask for.

"What?" She asked her cheeks going pink, noticing the boy's stares. They were no doubt thinking the same thing about her. How lucky they were to have an amazing friend. And that's all she was, a friend. Maybe if they weren't so busy 'fighting' for her, they would have realised they were trying to impress each other, not Arya herself.

"Nothing." Luca grinned, stretching out his legs. Arya scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"C'mon, the last time someone looked at me like that I told them they had to buy me dinner first." She winked, beginning to fiddle with the radio again. Finley laughed.

"Never thought you were one for dates, Arya." He confessed, scratching the back of his neck. Arya shrugged, trying to find a station.

"I'm not. He ended up asking and I declined." She grinned, finding a station with what seemed like a good song by the way her head started nodding in time. "I'm asexual." She explained so casually the boys might have missed it if they weren't paying attention.

"You're wh-" Finley started with an eyebrow raised while beginning to laugh at the irony, but he was interrupted.

"Shhushh, let's move the furniture." She commanded as she began to push the sofa towards the wall.

"Why?" Luca asked, suddenly aware of the mess she was making of his apartment.

She looked confused. "To dance, of course."