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After following Brian downstairs, tripping over the mess in the process, we watched some stupid comedy shows. We talked about how we should have a three day weekend, because our Sunday was going by too quick. I looked at the clock and it said 2 pm, which I guess isn't that quick, but still!
I sent Brian upstairs to clean my room and I went to the kitchen to make us some food. While I was cooking, I could hear him upstairs singing.
That's another thing I love about Brian - his voice. He doesn't like singing in front of people, though. I'm the only one who he has sung in front of purposely. He'll kind of space out and start singing to himself. Then when whoever he is with comments on it, his face will go red and he will stop singing.
When we were younger, he had slept over at my house during a thunderstorm.
I've always been fascinated by thunderstorms - we'd sit out in my garage to watch the rain and lightning. Watching the rain is calming, even with the lightning and booming thunder. But at night when I'm in bed, it kind of scares me so I can't fall asleep.
Brian and I were sharing my bed which was nothing unusual for us. He knew I was scared, so he started to quietly sing to me, and I fell asleep. It was the first time he ever sang in front of me and ever since then he does it all the time.
Just as the spaghetti was finished boiling - I'm not much of a cook so it's one of the few things I can make - I heard Brian's singing get louder and closer. He came into the room and grabbed the wooden spoon I was about to stir the sauce with, and used it as a microphone.
That was when I really focused on what song he was singing.
Wannabe by the Spice Girls.
"Are you seriously trying to serenade me with the Spice Girls?" I asked him, taking the spoon away from him.
"What girl wouldn't want to be serenaded with a lame 90s song full of sexual innuendos?" he said, getting the colander (is that what the bowl with holes is called?) from the cupboard. He poured the noodles in to strain the water from them.
"Uh, I think most girls. But I guess your voice makes up for the crappy song choice." I set the spoon down and turned the burner off that the sauce was sitting on.
Usually when I compliment his voice, he just rolls his eyes because he's comfortable with it by now. But when I looked up at him, I saw the blood had risen to his cheeks and he mumbled "thanks" while setting the pot and colander on the counter.
I didn't have much time to think about that because I noticed Bry didn't pour the noodles over the sink, just over the floor, causing the water from the pot to go all over my kitchen floor. Brian must have been distracted because he didn't even notice the fact the water was down his pants too.
"What the hell, dude?!" I grabbed his arm and pointed to the floor. "You can clean this -" and then I slipped in the water. Before I could feel the wet floor on my back, Brian grabbed onto my waist.
When I looked at his face, just inches from mine, I could have sworn I saw his golden brown eyes look at my lips. Looking into his eyes I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then, but that would ruin our friendship - unless of course he wanted to. It took everything I had to look away and stand up straight. It felt like he had been holding me forever but it was only about four seconds.
I cleared my throat and said, "Clean it up, mister," before turning around to the counter. But of course I slipped again, and this time he Brian wasn't ready to catch me.
I expected Bry to help me up or say something, and when he didn't, I looked up to see him doubled over laughing so hard it didn't make a sound.
I tried getting up, but I just ended up slipping again. And I knocked over the colander with the warm noodles in it. This caused him to laugh harder. "Not funny," I mumbled, whilst hoisting myself up using the counter for support.
