Floating (boyxboy)

Special friends -3-

A/N: Special thanks to DerreckSanchez for finding me a cast list, making that sexy banner, and just for being awesome in general. Go check out his book A Jock's Tale. Jake is mouthy one, that boy. xD

Chapter trois -Special friends-

"You need to try this." He held a spoon level with my mouth. I glanced down at the sauce and wrinkled my nose. It looked strange.  "No."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want it."

"Why?"

"It looks funny."

"I do not see anything humorous about it." Sebastian said seriously. I tried not to laugh and failed. "What?"

"Sebastian," I hopped up on the countertop near the stove. "I mean funny as in 'weird' not funny as in 'hahaha.'"

He rolled his eyes. "I forgot how stupid the set up of this language is."

"You got me there." He was still holding the spoon around my mouth area and I gave him a look. He pushed the spoon up on my mouth so it was pressed against my bottom lip. I gave him a look and he shot me one back.

I shook my head. "I'm not going to taste it." He pursed his lips, his expression thoughtful.

"Okay." Sebastian said. "So you're going to be rude and not eat the food that my auntie Alice made, just for you?" He was making my resolve falter. "We're French, Cameron..." He moved his face closer. "We take food very seriously." I shivered.

Wait. Why am I shivering? I'm sitting on a countertop next to a hot stove... it's not even cold. Maybe I'm shivering from the heat? Warm chills? Yeah, that's it.

I sighed. "Fine." I opened my mouth a little and let him push the spoon past my lips. It tasted creamy and warm. "It's pretty good." I said begrudgingly. He nodded in satisfaction. He dropped the spoon in the sink and turned back to me.

"Oh, you got a little something on your chin, let me get it." Before I could protest, he used his thumb to wipe whatever I had on my chin.

Zing!

I twitched. It was almost like a little electric shock I felt when he touched me. He must have felt it too because he jerked his hand away. He stepped away from me and I slid down the counter, muttering things about static electricity. I decided I would ignore whatever that was.

I my eyes darted from the clock to the window. It was about six thirty and the sky was a beautiful indigo color. I sighed. I didn't really want to go home, I almost just wanted to stay there...

But that was a fantasy. The reality was I needed to be home by seven fifteen and have some sort of logical excuse for my mom.

I tore my eyes away from the window. "I'll set the table if you get the forks and cups." He nodded and I went over to the cupboards to get the plates. "How many do we need?"

"Five. Me, you, auntie Alice, Noel, and uncle Robert. Noel is Alice and Robert's youngest son. He's annoying. Uncle Robert spends a lot of time in his office; so you probably won't see him around unless he's heading to the bathroom or going to dinner. He's always working on some project. " He answered the question that I had just been just about to ask.

I stretched to reach the plates. "Wow, you are really short!"

I rolled my eyes as I put a plate in front of each of the chairs. "Says the giant. I can't help that I'm fun-sized." I wasn't  even sure how I was so small. Even my mom was taller than me, I guess I'd have to mention that everyone else in my family  (at least on my mom's side) was of average height. My mom however, was the tallest out of five siblings. It figures, leave it to her to beat the odds, only to have her son fall short... literally.