Finding Love (Bastard Princess)

"Don't Compare Me"

Chapter 12

"you still awake?" Brian glanced at me as I rain out from my room. I mean, his room. "you want something?"

"yeah, um I'll just get some milk." I headed to the fridge to get what i need. i casted a glimpse on what he was doing. he's watching  a male fashion show on TV? seriously?

"sit down if you wanna watch." that's where I noticed that I just stood up there instead of walking towards my-his room. but, that's not the issue here! the issue is that, he is watching a male fashion show on TV!

"don't be mad, but are you a g-"

"I'm not a gay! idiot." he frowned.

"stop calling me idiot!" I exclaimed furrowing at him. "okay. I'm sorry for thinking that you were a gay bacause-"

"because I'm watching some male fashion show? and you don't want me to call you idiot for thinking like that!? what are-"

"okay! I got it! I was just exaggerating thinking like that. I'm sorry okay?"

"aren't you going to sit down?" oh' did I just saw him smirked? yeah, in my imagination maybe. I put down my milk on the floor. actually his house doesn't have any small table on the ground or anything. his living room doesn't even have a couch. only those big slouch bags and a huge screen TV on the wall. lame..

"Zia." I turned my gaze at him, and he was topping the space on his slouch bag that he was sitting on.

"what?" I asked.

"you sit here." he's not asking, his ordering me to sit beside him. really.?

"I'm fine here." I saw him frown again.

"come on'... I know your cold."

"I am?"

"yes you are." he stated. "see? you even brought my blanket outside with you.." oww... yeah.. I wrapped his blanket all over me before I run out the door. but, actually.. i don't feel cold.. the reason why I brought it with me is because.. it smells so good like him.. I let out a smirk with my thinking.

"come on.. sit here." he ordered again.

"never!" I snorted.

"why?" he asked furrowing at me.

"because I hate yellow color, and your sitting on it." I saw His face dropped down in disgust. but then, he let out a smirk on his face.

"what are you doing!?" he shoved himself beside me on my slouch bag.

"I'm cold too." he sang while shoving himself inside the blanket were I'm in. oh my God. is he for real? this is very much uncomfortable, but I like it! I can feel his skin touching mine.. we're on the same blanket!!

"why sharing with me? why don't you get a blanket for your self?" he turned his head to face me. oh jezz.. those eyes..

"I only have two blanket in here. one is this that you are using, and the other one is on Lance dead sleep body." he snorted still gazing at me. we really are so close to each other. I can feel his warm breath when he talk.

"I bet, blue is your favorite color, right?" he stated over a question, and he let out a small sigh.. "your eyes are annoying." he murmured shifting his gaze back to the TV screen. Wow.. he is the first person who felt annoyed because of my eyes.. unbelievable.

"yes. blue is my favorite color. and if you are annoyed by my eyes, don't look at them. that sim-"

"quiet!" I snapped a shrill nerve when he squeaked.