(Alaska's POV)
Although Eren and Colton weren't aloud upstairs alone, they were aloud to go upstairs as long as another friend came with them. Because parents think that fourteen year olds have make out sessions and sex whenever they go somewhere alone. Eren and Colton asked if I could go upstairs with them, so I just said "why the hell not," and followed them up the steps. They went into Coltons room, so I really had no where else to go. "Just go to Zacks room or something," Colton suggested. Zack was Coltons adoptive brother. Zacks family took Colton in, because of his family issues. I've always been kinda awkward around Zack though, so when I walked into his room, I walked in nervously and unsure about this decision. He wasn't home yet though, I don't even know where he went. I pressed my palm against the plain white door as it creaked open into a decent bedroom space. There was a bed near the window, a desk in the front of the room, and a closet across from the bed. The one chair that was in his room had a pile of clothes on it. I wasn't really sure if I should've moved them or not, so I had no choice but to sit on his bed. "I feel like he would take this the wrong way..." I thought. I sat against his headboard and scrolled through various social medias the entire time. The door was open a little, so I constantly looked to see if he was home yet, or if Eren and Colton were done...doing whatever they were doing. All I know is that they vowed never to have sex at an age this young because that would be ridiculous, and they know it. I nearly almost fell asleep, but then Zack pushed the door wide open and walked in. He dropped his bag next to his desk and closed the door without noticing me at all. By the looks of it, he was about to take his shirt off, so I spoke up and said, "uM..hi.." I greeted him with an awkward wave as he released the hem of his shirt, surprised to see me. "Oh..hi. Did Colton make you come in here?" He asked. I nodded nervously not knowing what I should do. After a few, what felt like an infinite amount of, seconds of contemplating,
I decided to speak, which is an accomplishment when it comes to me, "Oh uh should I move?" Of course I should move he's tired and it's his bed. "No no it's fine you can stay if you want I'll just sit he-" he turned around to sit on the one chair in his room. The one with a pile of clothes on it. "I need more fucking chairs," he muttered to himself. I laughed quietly as he picked up the mountain of clothes and disappeared into another room. When he came back, he settled into the chair and the awkward silence returned. "Okay yeah no I'm sorry I'll just go-"
"No it's fine you can stay here if you want there's nothing wrong with tha-"
"No really it's okay I'll just go home with Mason now maybe some other ti-"
My sentence was then interrupted as a body slammed into mine. From what I could process, he tripped on a shoe and was now holding me against the wall behind us. I was close enough to him to smell the scent of really nice cologne and laundry detergent on him. His arms were on either side of me, right above my shoulders, and there was a thin boundary of air between us. He looked down at me and into my eyes. He didn't move. He didn't talk. He just looked at me. And I just looked at him. But suddenly I was aware of the looking. And I was aware of the silence and the awkwardness and the awareness. So after about three minutes of looking, I, unfortunately, broke the silence, and looking, and awareness, but not the awkwardness because that never breaks, "I think I should go now..." He blinked for a second as if he were awakening from a trance. "O-okay.." he answered. He didn't move one muscle. "Uh...can you um.."
"Oh sorry"
"It's okay..."
"Hey can we um...we should hang out some other time."
And in that moment I didn't know if I should say yes, say no, or just explode. I was leaning toward the third option, but that wouldn't have been an appropriate response. "Sure," I smiled. He smiled back and backed away from me leaving room for me to leave. I walked out of the bedroom door, down the sixteen steps, out the front door, across the lawn, up my driveway, to my front door, up 16 steps, and to my bedroom, and then back out of my bedroom and all the way back to Zacks bedroom because I realized that I forgot my headphones. And one cannot just abandon ones headphones in a guys room that you just had the longest conversation with ever since you met each other. Which was like two years ago. I live a sad life. Not emotional sad, more like pathetic sad. I knocked on his door a couple times to see the door swing open by itself from the impact of the knocks. Inside I saw Zack. To be more specific, a shirtless Zack sitting on his bed. I was so distracted by thus shirtless Zack that I ran into his table and knocked over a jar of pencils. "Oh god I'm so sorry," I face palmed and apologized as I picked up the pencils quickly placing them into the jar. He rushed over to help me, but, once again, tripped over the same shoe on the floor, that he did not seem to want to pick up, and toppled on top of me pinning me to the ground. "You know it would be really nice if we could have a conversation that's not awkward and that's not with me pinning you against something," he said. I laughed and replied, "yes that would be really nice." He stood up and reached down to help me up as well. "I just needed to get my headphones but I'll be going now," I said. "Oh okay that's fine but maybe we can have a conversation that's not awkward and that does not involve me pinning you against something this....Saturday?" He said. I looked at him for a moment, and then thought about Saturday. Would I be doing anything? Would I be busy? Is it okay with Mason? What would Eren think of this? But instead of answering the questions I asked myself, I just said "fuck it" and agreed to the plans. Before I left, I smiled at him, and I smiled as I walked down the sixteen steps, out the front door, across the lawn, up my driveway, up my sixteen steps, and into my bedroom. I kept smiling, and I kept smiling and staring at the ceiling above me, slowly falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
