Nobody Knows My Heart Like You | boyxboy

Ch.1 - Falling

Skylar's POV

My eyes trailed down his handsome face all the way down to his lips. They were parted slightly. They just looked so smooth. Kissable.

His brown eyes were facing forward, concentrating on the television screen. He was chewing on Red Vines subconsciously. His hair was in a completely wonderful mess of blonde curls and I seriously just wanted to run my hands through it. I wanted to feel the rough texture of his hands on me. I wanted to feel the heat of his skin against mine, closer.

I'm so fucked.

I shouldn't feel this way toward my best friend. He's a guy, and as far as I knew he wasn't gay.

But I definitely was, for Vance. And boy do I have it bad.

I didn't feel like this up until recently. I found out I liked him when he slept over a few days ago. Now my parents always told me when Vance came over I should offer him the guest bed, which I did most the time. This time was different, we had a few drinks that my dad left in the fridge. We went to parties a lot, sometimes we drank and sometimes we didn't. Nevertheless, we've drank before.

Vance had more then I did and a lot more than he usually had before. I still could think, while he was slurring his words, what I thought were words anyway. We were in my room, watching television or playing video games, I couldn't remember, it was a little blurry. I seriously had felt tired and just kinda laid down. Now my bed was a king and definitely could hold two people. My parents were just weird. I didn't know why they didn't want me to lay in the same bed as Vance. We were both boys, so what the hell?

I let my eyes close, my body sinking deeper into my comforter. I felt Vance's weight shift the mattress as he fell down right beside me. I could feel his breath on my face, the heat of his arms wrapping around my torso. It just felt so nice. "Skylar." His soothing deep voice whispered close to my ear. I shivered.

I hummed in response.

"Look at me." I forced my tired eyes open to look at my best friend. The only light in the room was coming from the television, the light shadowed his face and reflected on his deep brown eyes.

I stared at him and he stared at me. Vance's arms tightened around my waist, making me get even closer to him. He held me there, close to him. It felt so intimate, and it made me blush. His face got even closer until he captured my lips with his, in a tender kiss.

Now that was a waker upper. His smooth lips moved with mine. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and made me moan. I felt one of his hands rest on my hips, gripping me gently. The kiss continued until we had to breath in oxygen. It seemed right after the kiss Vance had fallen asleep.

As I looked at his peaceful sleeping face, I sorta pieced together that I did like that kiss. Resulting in me trying it again, I just wanted him. It was strange. I pressed a soft chaste kiss to his lips and pulled away, feeling my face heat up.

That's how I figured I had liked him. The morning after the kiss had happened, I apparently was the only one who remembered it. Vance had groaned and complained about his hangover and I just sat there as he did. Making sure everything that had happened wasn't in my head.

It had to be real.

And now I'm here, staring at my very sexy best friend. His sweats were loosely tied together by the drawstrings and hung low on his hips, giving me view of his Calvin Klein underwear. His Flash tee shirt wasn't baggy enough to hide his abs, but I wish it was. He was positively mouth watering.

"Hey Sky?" I jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Yeah?"

"You've been staring at me for a while now, are you okay?" Thank god it was night time, because a blush lit up my entire face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, everything's fine. I just... Spaced out." I mentally slap myself for my sad excuse. He seemed to buy it though and flashed me a charming smile. I melted.

Oh god. He's just so hot.

His phone suddenly buzzed and he checked the notification quickly. His whole face seemed to brighten and he turned to me with an excited face.

"Karen's throwing a party, wanna go?" I lifted an eyebrow at him, I didn't like parties as much as Vance. I never liked all the sweaty people, the blaring music, the heat of a party was just overwhelming. Vance just went for the booze and to play mindless party games. Plus we didn't even know Karen that well, I mean yeah she's pretty and popular, but in all honesty she just wants to get into Vance's pants.

She literally was our schools number one slut. The award couldn't go to anyone better. She just got on my nerves. The way she talks and moves and clings onto Vance.

Vance wasn't even her boyfriend, barely a friend even. And definitely not a plaything. He was mine. And mine alone.

I know I know, most of you are probably calling me a hypocrite. Well I'm not letting my best friend and potential boyfriend go to the worlds biggest skank, thank you very much. I'd rather have a Vance without a genital disease (that he could've prevented anyway).

"I don't know Vance..." Ok so If we don't go to this party, Vance is safe from the Karen risk, and we just chill at home. If we do, Vance is in dangerous territory and could be attacked, but less if he sticks with me. He'll probably drink too much. Meaning, Vance is totally open to be attacked by me!

Meaning... I have a chance of kissing him again without him remembering.

This sounds terrible I know, but I just want to try it out again. Just a brush, that's all. I'm well aware that this isn't how establishing a relationship works, but I have to. In the midst of my thinking, Vance gave me the most adorable puppy dog look that the world could throw at me and I caved in.

"Ah, screw it! Why the hell not!" I yell. His smile was so bright I thought a million angels came to lift me into heaven. Good choice, Skylar. Good choice.