Alone Together

It just slipped out

BAM! I threw him on the floor. As I chuckled in victory resuming my position. He back flipped, jumping up. Gosh I loved it when he did that. I mean... it was cool... you know? He didn't seem to be so happy though, he hated losing, ever since we were kids. And I loved the pout he would make when he lost.

"Just like old times, eh pal?" I asked, my hands on my hip.

"Ha! Does that mean I'm winning then?" he scoffed, clearly annoyed.

He rushed to me, resuming the punches. I blocked all of them, and threw some myself, with he blocked as well, I then grabbed his arm and twisted it, pushing him down with my other hand, immobilizing him.

"You still don't know when to quit, do you?" I asked, watching him wiggle.

"Nope." He stated and managed to weasel his way out of my grip, front kicking me in the gut. Pushed back, I almost fell to the ground. He then turned and threw punches that I stopped, as well as a kick. At that moment, I grabbed his leg. Steve stared at me, terror on his face. 

(A/N: At that moment, Steve knew: he fucked up) 

I pulled his leg towards me and pushed his torso down with all my strength, crashing us into the carpeted ground.

"You'll never learn will you?" I asked, pining him on the floor.

"One of my many flaws." he teased when he suddenly kicked me in the groin. THE GROIN. I gasped in pain and he pushed me off him, pinning me down on the ground.

"Seriously?!" I breathed out, wincing in pain. "STEVE WE ARE TRAINING!" I yelled when I finally came back to my senses.

"Serves you right, you jerk!" he hissed back, hatred in his eyes. 

Nothing has ever hurt more than to see that look in his eyes, knowing it was for me.

"What the hell's your problem, Steve?!" I demanded, tired of his constant whining. "Ever since we came back from the store you've being acting like an asshole!"

"I'm acting like the asshole?! REALLY?! 'Oh, forget him, he's just a bit grumpy today.'" he repeated my words, but with a high-pitched voice and a mocking face.

"I do not sound like that." I protested making him roll his eyes. "Oh, should we even start talking about Stephanie? What was that about?!"

"Well maybe if you didn't play along with that b–boastful and mean girl game, I wouldn't have to save you!"

        Boastful? Yeah... nice save Steve.

"Save me? You call, getting us out of a date: saving us?!" I demanded, irritated.

"Oh please, you weren't bothered about me! You just wanted to spend time with her!" he roared back. "Just like the old times, when I used to always be behind and you used have your date, and mine at your side!"

"Oh, so now it's my fault you couldn't keep a girl?!"

"I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THE GIRLS YOU STUPID IDI–" he stopped, frozen. 

I froze as well. I knew it. From the beginning. I always knew. You never liked girls, did you? Steve was never really interested in them. I mean, he would sometimes stare at a few gals and say they were pretty and all, but he always preferred to stay at home, or go out to the park with me, or shopping with me... or... just... hang out... with... me... That's when I knew for sure: Steve... likes... boys! I looked up at him, and saw him turn red, then frighteningly white staring at me and then at the floor, not daring to look into my eyes.

"Steve?" I asked. I wanted him to talk to me.

"I... uh... I just... Um..."

"Steve, I don't care." I whispered. 

He looked at me, with teary eyes. I didn't give a damn if he liked girls, boys, whatever. You're my best friend, that's all that matters.

He wanted to say something, but didn't dare to. He just stayed there. He didn't even know what had just happened, he couldn't believe he had just admitted it. I felt horrible to see him like this, so confused, so scared, all because of me. I had pushed him to say it, maybe he wasn't ready. But I was happy he had said it, it was a big secret he didn't have to hide from me anymore. Well, he thought he was hiding it from me. Hey? I said, making him look at me. Besides, I wasn't going to say yes to her anyways.

"I have no idea why I said that, it just... slipped out." That was when we noticed:

Steve was on top of me, straddling me, my hands pinned down next to my head, lying in between my legs. I don't think I have blushed that much in my entire life, him neither. He jumped of me, leaving me on the ground, speechless.

"I'm... Sorry. He stammered. I didn't... Um... Oh gosh..."

"It's–It's ok." I muttered. "D–Don't worry about it..." 

A cool chill then run up my spine when I looked at his sweaty face, followed by a weird tingly sensation in my stomach. My palms went all sweaty, my chest felt like it was being crushed as my heart was banging against my chest and my cheeks were burning up.

             What the hell is happening to me?!

I'll... Um... I'll go and get the chicken... um... ready. he stuttered, springing onto his feet and running into the kitchen, a deep crimson on his cheeks before turning around quickly and flashing a cute and rather comfortable smile that makes me just want to kiss him all over.

            Wait. What?