Him and Me.

Him and Me- Thirty.

“I’m not telling you.”

That earned Colby a frown, and I stood in front of him, hands on my hips.

“Why not?”

“Because, it’s supposed to be a surprise. If I tell you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it?”

He proceeded to walk past me, but I blocked his way. The hands that were formerly on my hips were now folded across my chest. Colby raised an eyebrow at me, and mimicked my stance, all the while rising up to his full height, making me crane my neck up to look at him and silently curse my shortness. My frown dissolved into a pout, and I resisted the urge to stomp my foot.

Colby’s stance faltered, and he pressed his lips together in a obvious effort not to laugh. My pout immediately disappeared, and I wished he knew how much effort I was putting in not to kick him in the shins.

After a while of internal struggle on whether or not to laugh, Colby composed himself, adopting an apologetic expression. His arms fell to his sides and his head titled to one side as he flashed a crooked smile at me.

“I’m sorry, Kayla. But I can’t tell.”

My shoulders slumped in defeat as my own arms hung limply down my sides, and I let out a sigh.

“Fine,” I muttered, turning away from Colby. “Keeping me in the dark, as always.”

Colby clucked his tongue, and I felt the gentle weight of his hands on my shoulders. He gave them a soft squeeze, and rested his chin on top of my head. Despite my disappointment with not getting more information about what Colby was doing, the gesture introduced warmth into my heart.

“Don’t be mad,” he whispered, while his thumbs drew circles around my shoulders.

Another sigh escaped me, and I let a small smile stretch on my face. “I’m not mad, just a little disappointed and a lot curious.”

Colby must’ve ground his teeth together, as I felt his chin slightly move against my head.

“Well, don’t you think it’s better to be surprised?” He asked, squeezing my shoulders once again. “I promise, the kids will have a great time.”

I jutted my chin out gently, nudging his chin in the process. “I know that.”

He lifted his chin off my head, but his hands remained on my shoulders. We stayed like that for a while, standing close to each other, and I must admit I liked the way Colby’s body warmth hung around me like a relaxing breeze. It seemed to me though, that this boy standing behind me was waiting for me to say something more.

“Okay,” I finally said. “I’m not going to meddle. But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be curious.”

I heard Colby chuckle. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

With that, he removed his hands from my shoulders and took a step, positioning himself beside me. He looked at me out the corner of one eye and smiled. I raised an eyebrow, and he suddenly grabbed my arm and started jogging down the hall.

“Hey!” I cried out, almost stumbling over my own feet as Colby pulled on my arm. The move was so sudden that it caught me in surprise. Colby kept moving though, his grip gentle and firm at the same time—his hand exerting just enough force to pull me along, but not hurt me. I just followed him, falling into a jog myself as we continued to move until we reach the school’s door and on to the parking lot where his motorcycle was waiting, too confused to protest.

Only then when we had reached his bike did Colby drop my arm. He grabbed our helmets, thrusting mine in to my hands and swinging one leg over his ride before putting his own helmet. He glanced at me, and expectant look on his face. Shaking my helmet-covered head, I climbed the bike and wrapped my arms around his waist. We were off the moment my hands clasped together in front of his tummy, and a few minutes later, after surviving Colby’s less-careful-than-the-usual-driving, we were coming to a stop in front of the diner.