Unconventional

Chapter 4: I'm Here

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Year: Early 2013

    
Well, it was about to happen. As much as I was trying my hardest to not acknowledge it, the inevitable was near. Looking over to my companion lying next to my sitting form, a tired grin on his face, and his hand resting underneath his head, focusing completely on the Black animated characters on the TV screen, I couldn't stop the rushing of heat to my cheeks. He was just so damn handsome to me. I knew it wasn't appropriate to think such things about my best friend, well, male best friend. I could almost hear Krystal's voice in my head cussing me out for giving him her rightfully earned title, so I had to be sure to correct my subconscious. Regardless of titles, my thoughts about Aaron within the last few months just weren't cool, and I was pretty ashamed at the fact I was thinking about another guy like this, let alone my friend. Even if they were pretty damn arousing at times, and made innocent moments like sharing his bed and comforter while watching cartoons, a potential sex fantasy in the making.

     Speaking of said cartoon, the ending theme song of The Boondocks began to play, and my stomach lurched in response. It was only a matter of time now. I absentmindedly pulled my part of the comforter gently, in a weak effort to not remind him of my presence, and covered my chest a bit more. Maybe if I just didn't say anyth—"Well, I'm about to go to sleep." He said abruptly, turning his head on his pillow, and looking at me expectantly. Internally collapsing into myself with disappointment, I tried my best to retain my discontent, but I could tell by the way he smirked at me knowingly he was able to see my face clearly, even with his TV being the only source of lighting in the otherwise dark room. "Why are you looking like that, Artemis?" The teasing in his tone was aggravating me even more, as I leaned deeply into the wall his bed rested against, crossing my arms and looking away from him. "We already watched that Batman Beyond movie, and then we watched two episodes of The Boondocks."

     He probably thought he was making a point, but I remained unimpressed by his argument, muttering a "So?" in the middle of it. "I probably would've stayed up a little bit longer with you had I not gone to bed so late last night, but I did, so I'm tired." Finally glancing at his somewhat nervous face, I rolled my eyes, pulling my legs that were already tucked in carefully to not touch Aaron's upper thighs, something I wanted them to do, and maneuvered myself to get off his bed. When I got to my feet, the ends of his black comforter falling from my shoulders, I let out a very noticeable sigh, and began walking to his door. Hearing movement from behind me, I knew he was following to walk me out, and watch me rejoin the rest of general pop in our college townhome. "That sigh isn't needed." He murmured it so quietly, that if I hadn't been greeted by deafening silence upon walking out to our dimly lit nook, I probably wouldn't have heard it. "Just go to sleep too."

     Shaking my head, I spun around, taking in how adorably sexy he came off leaning against the molding of his doorway, curly naps disheveled by their previous resting position, hands in his pockets, and a foot tucked behind the other. This actually made me a bit madder, knowing he was forcing me to abandon all of this for my lonely ass room. "I can't. I'm not sleepy." Giving me a sexy smirk that almost made me whimper aloud, he stepped a bit closer to me. "All you need is some ZzzQuil." Catching the reference to a conversation about the sleeping aid we had a few days prior, I fought the urge to smile, but it proved to be unsuccessful. "I really do wanna try some of that stuff." Somehow my admission spiraled into a conversation, lead mostly by Aaron, about his insomniac friend that accompanied him to his Panama City trip with his other Gainesville friends, which caused him to go on a tangent about another friend, Cindy, who apparently was a ho. None of it was interesting to me, but I was holding on to the few minutes of bonding time he was inadvertently giving to me, so a "For real?" here, and a "Stop lying", there, helped keep it going.