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Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Preston’s POV - Canada

Oh my god, that was the worst.  Did Rob really have to start eating that banana when I was in the room?  I hop out of the shower, now that I no longer have a problem, and sigh.  This is not good.

Why is it that when I ever I get close to Rob I blush?  That whenever he says something like “Luv ya” I get really hopeful?  That when he freaking eats a banana I get overly excited? (A/N: you have no idea how awkward this is writing this.  I am in school and literally a guy could look over my shoulder any second and see that I am mentioning these things in what he thinks is a school paper.  Anyways, back to Preston’s over-excitedness.)

I wrap a white towel around my waist and open the bathroom door, revealing Rob’s bedroom.  Luckily, he is not in here.  That would make for the most awkward change of my life.

I ponder for a moment over the choice of putting on pajama pants and a tshirt or real clothes.  I decide on the pajama pants (A/N: omg sorry to interrupt but what if Preston has like cactus pajama pants lol just imagine that) and tshirt, out of comfort.

“Preston Pizza is here!” Jerome yells from downstairs.  I quickly put on the pants and run downstairs, forgetting about the shirt completely.  

I slide into the dining area just in time to see Rob close the door.  “Yes!  Pizza!”  I squeal.  (A/N: Wtf why squeal? brain just why)

Rob brings the hot and spicy box of pizza into the kitchen and turns around, noticing me for the first time.  “O-oh hey t-there Preston.” he says.  Why did he stutter?  Jerome looks at me, then Rob, and bursts out laughing.  Still confused, I look down.  I see nothing wrong?  I am wearing pants, which is good, but no shirt.  Oh.

Rob looks down at his feet, but I can still see the tomato red coloring creeping up his face.  Why is he blushing?  It’s normal for guys not to wear shirts, right?

Jerome breaks the awkward silence by knocking over the box of pizza with his hip.  “Whoops.” he says, but I can tell that it is intentional.

I shuffle around awkwardly a bit more before Jerome starts to cut the pizza.  “Who wants a piece?” he asks, shoving his own face with the cheesy deliciousness.  (A/N: Pizza is love.  Pizza is life.)

“I will have one.” Rob says, still looking down.  I swear he is so cute when he is embarrassed, and when he is happy, and when he is shy, and when he is sad - basically he is always cute.

“What about you Preston?” Jerome asks, probably knowing that I had spaced out.

“So cute.” I say, without even realizing it.  (A/N: Mean girlsss yo)

“Wait what?” Rob asks, looking up from his pizza.

Oh god why.  “I-i said one piece.” I say, the blush creeping up my cheeks, yet again.  I really need to stop blushing this much.  It is turning into a serious problem.