Wild riders

Kiss

         

I rush inside and lead Jesse to the couch. I quickly walk to the fridge and grab a pack of ice, freezing my hand. I sit on the couch next to Jess and place the cold ice onto his jaw. He flinches and squints at the pain the ice is giving him.

"It hurts Ave." He wails in pain. I place my hand onto his cheek and place a kiss onto his forehead.

"Better?" I ask, letting him hold the ice onto his jaw. I let go of his face and Jesse just stares at me

"Yeah better." He replies and we stare at each other for another few minutes. We start to lean in and my heart starts racing. Is this really happening? I start to get tingly inside at what it will feel like. Before our lips connect the door opens and we both jump back, looking up I see dad In the doorway. I instantly feel annoyed that he ruined that moment that will probably never come again. But I can't like Jesse, he is my best friend it won't work. I think

"Why are you home early?" Dad asks, oblivious that Jesse is sitting there red like a tomato.

"Some boys beat up Jesse today, so we skipped." I say looking to Jesse who is nodding his head.

"Ah son, I remember those fights we had at school when I was younger." Dad says as he walks out of the room. Me and Jesse laugh once he leave the room

"Come on, let's go into the shed" I say standing up and making my way over to the shed. All that's on my mind is that little incident from earlier. He really didn't want to kiss me right? I can't do that he is my friend. I shake my thoughts out of my head as I pop Jesses car hood up. Does Jesse like me? I think over and over again no he is your friend I repeat in my head.

"Ah shit." I hear Jesse mutter. I look over to him, where again, his head is under the car hood. He is clutching his hand that is bleeding from cutting it against something.

"Jess it's really not your day is it." I say, walking over to him "Come on, let's go back inside and watch a movie."

I go inside and quickly clean his cut, and put an bandaid on it. I pop some popcorn and put it on the side table and see Jesse put the movie 'Fast and the furious' on. I sit down on the far side onto the couch and Jesse comes back and sits next to me. Why is he so close? I think, Wait does he always sit this close to me? I question myself. I need to stop, just because of that incident. I'm just going to pretend that never happened because all I now do is overthink everything.