Love? Maybe...

Chapter 10

"Get off of me asshole." I frowned, glaring at Alistair and pulling my legs closed. He chuckled and rolled off of me, licking my cheek slowly.

"You're no fun." He sighed, I rubbed my cheek and stuck my tongue out at him. He rolled his eyes at me and sat up, nipping my tongue and flashing his fangs. I blushed and pulled my tongue back into my mouth, poking his nose.

"Ass." I giggled, pushing on him and slipping out from under him. Alistair chuckled and grabbed a hold of my shirt, humming softly.

"Who said you could go anywhere?" He purred, biting my lip. I frowned and kneed him in the stomach, laughing as he rolled off of me and getting off the bed.

"I did, thank you very much." I smiled, he rolled onto his back and looked at me and laughed a little. I shook my hips and ran to the door.

"Ok, I need to shower so stay put. I'll deal with you afterwards." Alistair chuckled, getting up and walking out of the room. I smiled and poked his nose, sitting down in his desk chair.

"As you wish master." I giggled and grinned when he face flushed red, clearing his throat and opening the bathroom door. I took his silence as a victory and closed the bedroom door behind him, sitting down again and trying to guess the password to his computer. I busted into laughter when I got the correct password, staring at his screen saver in disbelief.

"When did he take this?" I asked myself aloud, frowning at the sleeping me on the screen. I went online and scrolled through some pictures on goggle, smiling at the one I found and changed the wallpaper.

"Much better." I grin, getting up and searching through Alistair's bedroom and humming softly as I search through his closet. I clapped my hands happily when I found a photo album, blowing the dust away and sneezing a little. Damn allergies. I sat on the bed and opened the book, giggling at the baby Alistair on the page. There were two other males and a female with him in the picture, me assuming they were relatives. I took out the photo and read the back.

Alistair at his 2nd birthday with dads and aunt sherry. I blinked at the description and put the photo back, biting my lip a little in concentration.

"So he had gay parents?" I asked myself, tilting my head a little. I laughed a little and looked through the other pictures, humming softly and bursting into laughter at a picture of Alistair with a missing tooth. After going through every picture I put the album back and shut the closet door, getting onto his computer and playing some music from my favorite artist, dancing around the room and singing along with the songs. I jumped onto his bed and snuggled with his pillows, tossing his blankets around and stopping when I saw a half-way finished ring like thing. I sat on the edge of the bed and took in calming breaths, staring at the midnight blue stone attached to the wires with interest.

I traced my finger over the vine like design etched into the stone and smiled softly, pushing the ring onto my ring finger and grinning when it fit. I pulled it off and fixed up the mess I made of Alistair's room, sitting down at his desk again and swinging my feet under the desk and humming along with the song playing. Honestly I couldn't really remember why I hated the guy so much to the point of madness, he was always one of the nicer popular kids in the trendy bunch. Maybe I just felt like making him the Joker in my own Batman comic. Then again, we both are comic nerds.

 I laughed a little at the thought and rested my head on the oak desk, hating myself for imagining Alistair and I dressed as Batman and Joker.  I almost fell out of the desk chair when I saw the door open and let out a shaky sigh when I Alistair in the doorway.

"You ok?" He asked with a smile, looking at me with his brilliant blue orbs. I blushed softly and laughed a little.

"Yeah, just fine." I nodded, standing up and noticing the loose towel around his waist. Without my permission my eyes wandered over his body, water still dripping from the brown mop of hair on top of his head. I felt my heartbeat quicken and my face heat up, clutching my hoodie tightly. The more time I spend here staring at the boy in front of me the more I slowly realize my feelings, even though I said so many times differently.

"Uh... Naomi?" Alistair asked, waving his hand, the other clutching the towel around his waist. I blinked and bit my lip softly, laying on the bed and close my eyes.

"Yes Alistair?" I asked, opening my eyes and looking at him once again, he smiled softly and moved over to his dresser.

"What are you doing?" He asked, I smiled faintly and sighed softly.

"Falling for you." I whisper, knowing he could still hear me. I smiled when I saw him tense, averting my gaze to the white ceiling and singing along with the song that was playing. I felt his eyes on me and my smile only grew, my gaze staying up at the ceiling as I heard his steps move closer to the bed.

I finally looked at him and blushed deeply, covering my eyes as I notice the missing towel. Alistair chuckled a little and I felt the bed shift under his weight, the feeling of his hand slipping up my shirt causing me to tremble.