FANFICTION

Chapter 4: Chicken Parmesean

I quickly unlocked the door to my apartment and stumbled in. John closed the door behind us and spun around on his toes now facing me. I could feel the pull of tension between us, luckily the tension was eased by John taking a step forward towards me. He looked down on me with hooded eyes and I could tell his pupils were dilated. He leaned down and pressed his delicate lips

"Soft." James chirps in, interrupting my typing.

"What?" I said looking up at him.

He was sitting on my pink fuzzy chair located next to my desk in my treehouse. His legs were spread open and I sat in between them on the hard, damp, wooden floor. Today he was wearing a Spider-Man T-shirt that had the Sinister Six in the background of the comic tee. His big blue eyes looked down at my screen through his glasses.

"You should replace the word delicate with soft. It's more sensual." He said starring deeply at the contents of my writing.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"What?!" He questioned while furrowing his eyebrows. "I'm a romantic. I know a good description when I see one." He replied defensively.

I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but shake my head at him. 'Nerd'. I deleted the last couple of words to redo the sentence and use his word suggestion.

Surprisingly, reading the short paragraph over again, soft was a more sensual word.

"You have some explaining to do mister." I said with a laugh as I continued on with the story. I could hear him scoff and then felt his fingers begin to run through the knots in my hair. "Like I said. I'm a romantic"

"That's not a good enough answer."

"I read a lot. I think a lot. I dream a lot." He replies as he begins to braid my hair.

I had to think about what he had said. "I read a lot" made sense to me. "I think a lot" was probably his vast knowledge of literature, grammar, and creating structurally accurate sentences. But the "I dream a lot" statement is what stumped me. Instead of letting it go I had to be an ass and make a sarcastic comment about it.

"Ooo! James! Who have you been having naughty fantasies about?" I said looking back at him and giving him a little eyebrow wiggle. I could feel his hands jerk a bit in my hair.

He was uncomfortable.

Again.

James and I's friendship was something that's hard to find. We tell each other everything, even the nitty gritty (like me writing gay fanfic about my fave TV show characters). But one thing we never talk about is relationships. Like the whole 'who do you have a crush on' talks, or 'I had a really hot dream last night' ordeal that you might have with your girlfriends. That doesn't happens with us. Maybe it's because I'm a girl and he's a boy, but we've never really had that whole gender issue with anything else. It's just something we've never been able to talk freely about without him getting awkward, sweaty and uncomfortable. He's like a pre-teen girl having the sex talk with her parents.

Such a sissy my James can be at times.

"Oh come on, I'm kidding!" I said hitting his leg and giving his hand a nudge with my head urging him to continue his ministrations. He kind of gave out an exasperated laugh which I knew was really fake.

I finished my paragraph and saved my work before closing my laptop.

"Why did you stop?" He asks. I could feel him sit up right in the chair. I looked back at him fully noticing the bruise on his eye has only gotten worse.