Summer Paradise With You (BoyXBoy)

Timber - Pitbull

Every chapter after this is just in time, unless stated otherwise, so I'm just going to title them with the song name of what I was listening to when I started writing the chapter. Idk why.

Cool, enjoy!

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I don't leave Oli's side for most of the day. Melting into his side or sitting on his lap. I still can't believe he's here.

Sadly, he has to go back to California in a week for school.

I start to play with Oli's hand, running my finger over his knuckles and pressing the pads of his fingers to song beats. He laughs and wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer to his chest while I press out the tempo of I can't help falling in love by Elvis, humming the lyrics under my breath. Oli kisses my forehead and begins muttering the words, his lips pressed to my skin. My cheeks flush as I try to continue singing without stuttering.

"Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help, falling in love with you?" We sing together. My heart aches to kiss him. No. Bad James. No kissing the best friend. I scold myself. But I want to!

No.

Fine.

Good.

For now.

What? No.

"James?" I shake the thoughts out of my head and look up at Oli. "Yeah?"

"Do you trust me?" I raise an eyebrow. "Yeah. Why?" He bites his lip, making my cheeks redden again because damn this boy is hot. He turns his head away muttering, "Nevermind. It's nothing. Forget it." I get off his lap and sit next to him. Grabbing his chin I make him look at me. "Oli. Please tell me?"

His golden eyes capture me. They look almost sad. "What's wrong? Why are you sad?" He just shakes his head. "I told you James, just forget it."

"No. We're best friends Oli. We tell each other everything!"

"James! Please! You're making thing harder for me!" He yells, getting off the couch. "Then just tell me." I say quietly, standing next to him and grabbing his hand.

Oli looks down at our hands for a second. "Oli, plea-" he cuts me off with a kiss. An actual kiss. On the lips. I'm so surprised that I don't respond.

Oli pulls away. "Please don't hate me." He whispers. I wrap my arms around his waist, even though my brain is screaming to kiss him again. "Of course I don't hate you. You're my Oli. We're besties, nothing will change that."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"I'm sorry James, I don't know what I was thinking." He mumbles. I squeeze my eyes shut, determined not to cry. Of course it was a mistake. "Yeah, its fine. Don't worry about it."

And suddenly we're 6 again. Oli kisses me quickly. We're giggling. I want to go back to that moment. To when it was ok for him to kiss me, because it didn't mean anything. We were young, we didn't know better.

But now, it just makes things complicated. Because I'm in love with him. And that was a mistake.

That night I lay awake.

He's straight. You're wasting your time. Besides, he's your best friend.

Then why did he kiss me?

He told you he didn't know what he was doing. It didn't mean anything.

I know the voice is right, but there is still a part of me that wants so badly for it to have meant something.