Liar Liar (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twelve

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              Vincent's POV

I know the circumstances didn't call for it but he was just so cute sitting there all frustrated that I couldn't resist asking him; 

"Will go on a date with me this Saturday?"

He turned to face me, stunned. 

I know, totally uncalled for, and just from the look on his face told me he thought the same thing. You must understand, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, which I didn't regret in the least bit. 

It was too soon to ask him something like that, even I realized it but I couldn't help myself. I wanted, no I needed, to know everything about this boy; his fears, his likes, his dislikes, his vulnerabilities, everything. 

If asking him on a date is what it took to get to know him further then his favourite colour, then so be it. That's when I came to the conclusion that I may have feelings for this guy who I have known for less than a week. 

An actual boy. 

It's hard to explain how he makes me feel. Sometimes I just want to hug and kiss him to death, the next I'm wanting nothing to do with him because the thought that he might actual be breaking me scares me to the extent of completely ignoring him. 

Feelings like these do not just appear out of the blue, so I knew he had to be special to get me as frustrated as he did. My mind was always jumbled up thinking about him all the times. He occupied my mind, day in and day out. 

What scared me above all was the fact he could make me feel all these thing after spending one day with him. 

One freaking day. 

There was also those addictive kisses, the way his lips moulded so perfectly with mine. Like he was my perfect half. Yesterday, when we were doing what we were doing, I couldn't come off the high I was feeling. I even went as low as calling Carson for consultation - which only got me a full hour of teasing. 

With all these thoughts swirling around in my mind I knew I just had to get to know him, in more ways than one. I have never felt anything like this before, and it terrified me but at the same time it had to be one of the best feelings in the world. 

Do you see what I was dealing with? 

I just wanted to rid of all these feelings, every ounce of it. Every little droplet of it. But with the look of innocence in his eyes I couldn't help how my heart swelled. Yeah, it was impossible not to feel this way for him. 

What I didn't understand was how he had gone without any boy, or girl, asking him out. He wasn't ugly, not in the least bit, so how was it he'd been single for all 17 years of his life? 

Not that I was complaining or anything, I preferred him single. Well, for the time being anyways. I knew that soon enough I'd be asking him out but I wanted to wait things out. See if this feeling, whatever it may be, was anything to act upon. 

"Hm, I-I-" he stammered. I couldn't help hut notice how he was always fiddling with the end of his sweater sleeve when nervous. Or how when he blushed it started from his ears, making it's way towards his slightly chubby cheeks. There was also the fact he blinked fiercely, his long eyelashes tickling his face. Let's not forget the adorable dimples that appeared when he drew his lips into a tight line when he was thinking hard about something. 

These traits were hard to dismiss, especially since it made him look so vulnerable. Like a little kid being scowled for doing wrong. 

"You don't have to decide today, you can let me know whenever you want," I told him sending a reassuring smile. I don't think he had a reason to say no, though. He liked me, and I think I liked him too. So what was the problem? Was he afraid of relationships or something?

Well he shouldn't be afraid with me, I may do a lot of stupid things but hurting him will be the last thing I would even attempt to do. I could already imagine the look on his face if something like that were to happen and I'd kill to never witness a face like that. 

It's too heartbreaking. 

"Yes," he said suddenly. I looked at him, a little shocked. Huh?