Hotter Than Fire

8 - Fire is the Hottest

My feet carried me to Juan's house. The one who was always my shoulder to cry one, and lived rather close to me thankfully. His house was always the place I run to when am in trouble, which was of course pretty often than not. So it was not pretty shocking to his mom when I ran into their house and up the stairs to his room. I opened the door and slammed the door behind me with equal force and fell onto his bed and covered my head with his pillow, just as the waterworks started. Juan who must have been at his table working on whatever ICTish thing he was up to these days forgot all about our war earlier today and sat on his bed next to me.

"shall I sing 'I Told You So'?" he asked softly with a smile. I grabbed another one of his pillows and smacked him hard with it. After the action I hoped that he was not wearing his specs.

He grabbed the pillow off my hands and looked at me hard. "I was right wasn't I?"

I sniffed and nodded. Woah, I had been doing the sniffing and nodding a lot these days.

"what made you realize it though?"

"picture," I said. "twitter, last night."

"what picture?" (OMG! So was it A who texted me?)

"search #AshleyPurdy"

Juan walked over to his desk and bought his phone back to us. There were some tap-taps on the touch screen. "damn," he said, seeing the picture that caused my great tsunami waves of tears. "so no more Ashley Purdy, huh?"

I wiped my tears and running nose on his pillow. "no, I guess."

"did you just wipe your nose on that?" he asked in disgust.

"yeah," I replied with a smile, grabbing the pillow and wiping it on his face. He jumped off the bed and I got up on his bed trying to rub the pillow with the wet stains on him. We both ended up laughing and playing, completely forgetting the war from morning and the Ashley cheat issue. Then I remembered that there were more important work to b done and dropped back on to his bed and hugged the pillow tight.

"Juan," I said softly.

"yeah?"

"am sorry about those stuff I screamed at you in the morning." I said. "I was jealous cause I heard you tell Andy about your crush and not me." I buried my face in his pillow. "sorry," I said into it.

"Kat," Juan said. "look at me."

I took my face a few centimeters up from the pillow. Juan was crouching on the floor to come face to face with me. "do you know who the girl am having a crush on is?"

I shook my head.

He took a deep breath. "do you want to know?"

I thought about it. Of course I did. We share everything. He should have told me this earlier. I nodded.

"you know her," he said. "she loves to wear black, listens to metal core, wears nerd glasses..."

"tell me who...!" I was all excited like any girl would be when her bestie admits a crush.

Juan took another deep breath. "you."

Momentarily, I stopped breathing, and my heart stopped beating. I was just looking at Juan, with my eyes wide, as all the pieces of the puzzle fell into pieces.

Juan who gets mad and so protective when it came to my wild crushes. Juan who's always there for me. who loved going to parties and having fun with me. and how much I wanted him always than any of my crazy ex's. and I saw him all different suddenly. His beautiful eyes, his intoxicating smile, his big, strong arms, always helping me in our mischief. His huge, strong body that I hold so tight when we go super fast on his bike. It seemed like I had loved him for an entire life time but I never noticed it. Cause I was blind. Very blind not to see him standing right here.

"Juan," I said.

"I love you," he said, completing my sentence as if he could read my mind.

I grinned and put my arms around his neck. "love you too," I whispered.

And he kissed me. though it was probably my millionth kiss, it felt like my first. He was not demanding or needy like almost all the guys I've ever kissed before. He was nice, kind, soft and going very slow over my braces. He felt like a part of me. I felt him like he was the only being in the universe as if it was only him and me in this world. And I kissed him back, going slow very slow as if I was afraid of hurting him but it was filled with so much energy, warmth, passion and whatever else. The heat he spread through my body is nothing I had experienced before. His hands touched me ever so softly but still needy on my back under my t-shirt. And I could not suppress my moans, I had never ever felt this way before. Who knew the one I was searching for could have been so close?

Juan stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes. "Kat... Kitty," he said with a smile. "what's hotter than fire?"

I almost opened my mouth to scold him for using the cliché used by the guy who was a total son of a bitch and though about it again. Then I remembered the article I read online earlier today. Aidan... Aidan meant fire. Juan Aidan Wolff. Had Juan used Ashley's cliché to tell me something?

I kissed Juan. So deeply in a way I had never kissed anyone before. And between those kisses I whispered the answer to his question into his lips.

"You..."