The Bucket List

trust me

My eyes sting from the light when I open them the next morning.
I look beside me and see that Kevin still sleeping beside me.

A familiar scent finds my nose.
Cologne and laundry.

Kevin.

To be clear: I didn't start sniffing Kevin. The smell was strong enough so that I could smell it from where I was, and as of right now, I'm not mad.

God, he smells so good.

I wish I could smell this for the rest of my life.
Then I hear Kevin's words again.

There isn't a whole lot of future left.

Damnit, why do I always have to bum myself out with stupid depressing shit?

Whatever.

I shut my eyes and try to get a bit more sleep. I check my phone for the time. It reads: 9:26. I barely blink, but in that blink it feels like I've forgotten everything I just did.

I check the time again. 10:18.

How did that even happen?

I just blinked and then... I unblinked an hour later. I look over and see Kevin on his phone.

"Hey." I say, which makes him look up.

"Holy shit, you scared me." He says.

"Sorry." I say, chuckling. He opens his mouth to say something, but then closes it and think about what he wants to say.

"What do you want to do today?" He finally asks.

"I don't know, I haven't really thought about it.

"I had a few ideas." He says, turning on his side and holding his head up with his hand.

"Really?" I say, copying his movements. "Like what?"

"What are the top ten places you want to visit?"

"Easy." I say, and think about my answer. "Paris, Toronto, Germany, Australia, Iceland, Italy, Egypt, Brazil, India and the Aurora Borealis."

"The Aurora Borealis?"

"The Northern Lights?"

"Oooh. That's like all over the world!"

"Is that bad?" He smirks.

"No. It's perfect."

"Why?" He smiles.

"Number seven." Number seven: Leave the country/ experience a new culture.

"Oh my god." I smile. "I could kiss you right now!"

"Do it." He smirks.

"Shut up."

"No seriously, do it." He says, and I feel my heart stop for a second.

"W...What?" I ask. He grabs the back of my neck gently and leans it close. He pulls me closer to him, and for some reason, I don't stop him. I'm just sitting there, in shock. Our millimeters away when he looks me right in the eyes.

"Just kidding." I feel my stomach drop. I don't know whether to feel relieved or offended.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You scared me, you idiot."

"Your own fault."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"If you had just said no and pulled away from me, we could have avoided it. I knew you were in love with me."