Can't - Mark Tuan Fan fic

12 - I'm As Lost As A Person In The Desert

"She's cheating on him?" Junior's question makes me put my phone back in my pocket. 

"Isn't it impolite to be reading other people's messages?" I snap at him, feeling stupid for letting him see that. 

It's the first time I talk to him like that, and he's taken by surprise. "Sorry!" 

I forget all about what I was crying about earlier and stomp out the park. 

"Hey!" Junior tries to keep up. 

I stop and turn to him, suddenly thinking the consequences of him knowing this. "Shut it or you're gonna get it. You understand?" I ask him rather harshly, letting my thumb across my neck. 

He chuckles this time. "You know what? It's your first time being rude to me." 

I just glare at him for taking this serious situation as funny. 

"It's....refreshing." He nods his head and the smile I've always liked about him comes out, making his eyes smaller and the wrinkles at the edge show. 

Fuck! No time for that, Cristina. You have to focus here. 

As we near the house, we hear noises from the inside, it seems like everybody has decided not to go out. The living room is filled with boys fighting off at the video game. JB and Angie are preparing lunch in the kitchen while practicing a duet they are assigned to perform next week. Grace is with Mina in their room practicing her Korean. Bambam and Jackson decide to use our room to practice their dance. There is no way I can think in here. 

"You wanna rest in my room?" Junior asks suddenly, that I have to raise an eyebrow at him. "Hey!" He leans back, putting two hands in front of him. "I'm not...It's not what you're thinking, ok? I would never ever do that to you."

Although I wasn't really thinking of having sex with him or making out or whatever, but hearing him say the last sentence is a bit disappointing. I thought he said he liked me? 

I think my disappointment showed. "No. I mean...I would want to..." he's sounding panicky now and I stop the urge to laugh. 

Just to tease him, I cross my arms over my chest and raise my eyebrow higher. 

"Fuck!" He hits his lap in frustration. "You're getting the wrong idea here."

Ok. Enough. He's sweating like a pig right now. I laugh at him. "I get it, cutie." I flick his forehead and walk past him towards his room. 

"Cutie?" I hear him gasp. I hide my smile, biting my lip as I get in a very manly room. By manly, I mean messy - really really messy. Two beds are covered with clothes and some other stuff I don't plan on touching or knowing. I don't know how a used shampoo bottle is on the desk and notebooks on the vanity - haha...they have a vanity. 

"Can you even sleep in here?" I cringe in disgust. 

"Well, I sleep over there," he smiles shyly, pointing at a mattress at the corner I didn't even notice when I got in. "We can just go out if you're not comfortable here."

"No." I shake my head. I'm just too tired to go out. "Here is fine."

He starts piling up the mess in one corner, apologetically glancing at me from time to time. "I'll make sure nobody disturbs you." He says, scratching the back of his head. "So..."

"Yeah, thanks, I smile at him, sitting on the bed - which I think is Jackson's cause there's a big WANG on the headboard. 

That cuteness all disappear once he walks out the door, closing it gently behind him.