Hudson POV
I sat at the top of my bed on my pillow and watched him enter the room and look around before setting his stuff by the bed. He looked silly in the dim yellow light of my room. He looked like he belonged somewhere where you could see all of his lovely features.
"He looks so innocent and sweet..."
I didn't process what I had just made out in my head and I nearly slapped myself for the thought. I facepalmed and he looked at me.
Andrew POV
"So," I said plopping down in front of him "how is Hudson?"
He looked at me confused. Was he confused or was that a slight glimmer of admiration in his eye? I smirked at the thought of him admiring me.
"Hey earth to Hudson!" I snapped my fingers in front of his face bringing him out of his little trance. He blinked multiple times before asking what I said. I just chuckled and repeated my question. He just lets out a small breath of a laugh and smiled softly. He's cute. So so so cute.
Hudson POV
He listened so intently to the smallest things I said. He seemed so interested. I was surprised. Maybe he's just trying to get close to me so he can crush me for stealing his place on the team. I didn't know, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out.
"That's just about it." I said after finishing my story about my 17th birthday last June. He looked a little disappointed when I finished rambling.
Andrew POV
I didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It flowed easily throughout the room and down my spine making me slightly nervous. I saw him studying my face and I immediately perked up a bit so he didn't catch on. He gave me a little half smile at attempting to be polite. I looked through his features over and over again until my eyes met his. He was staring at me intently, confused. I played it off by saying I was just looking at how much he's changed since I last saw him. I definitely did not want him to know that I was checking him out.
Hudson POV
Why was he looking at me like that? Did I have something on my face? He seemed so intense. His eyes met mine and I felt a little twinge of something inside my stomach. Almost as if my stomach was doing a flip, in a good way.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my mom yell dinner was ready. I was glad she interrupted yet kind of upset. I kind of liked the way he looked at me.
What the hell are you talking about, Hudson?! You're straight! You hate him! He hates you! Or so you thought...? I don't know. Maybe I'm just going crazy because I haven't eaten all day.
I got up and murmured "c'mon, lets go eat." He got up and followed me to the door which I opened and I was waiting for him to go through first to be polite. As soon as he was walking past my hand shot up and gently nudged him out of the door on the small of his back. Where did that come from?!
I felt him slightly tense under my touch and then yanked my hand back, earning a small chuckle and blush from him.
What was going on with me?
