The Shy Boy and the Girl in the Green Dress

Chapter Four - The Best Day

Chapter Four – The Best Day

Blake and I were sitting on the loungers that were around the interior pool in his house. It was still early spring, and it was sunny outside but it was in no way a good day to go swim outside. This place was a good compromise.

            I turned my head to smile at my bestfriend when I saw him rubbing his eyebrows and sighing slightly.

            I frowned. “You’ve been having a lot of headaches lately.”

Blake had his eyes closed earlier but now he opened them. “Huh?”

“Maux de tête, dolores de cabeza, Kopfschmerzen…” I threw at him, in French, Spanish and German.

Blake sighed again, this time more loudly. “Oh, yeah, I guess. It’s nothing.”

I looked at him like he was crazy because he probably kind of was. He was amazing and he smelled nice, and god damn his chest was irresistible, especially right now while he was lying on his equally desirable back, shirtless, but he was crazy too. “I don’t think it’s nothing.”

“A lot of people have headaches,” Blake saud, trying to defend himself.

“And a lot of people have tumours in their brains too,” I pointed out. I didn’t want to think that this was what Blake had, but I had spent hours on Google trying to find info on bad headaches and the usual verdict was tumour. I mean, you could apparently have sex headaches though but I highly doubted that was the reason behind Blake’s problem.  

“I don’t have a tumour,” he argued.

“How can you be sure?”

“I can’t.”

“Actually, you can.” I smiled victoriously. “Go get an MRI.”

Blake rolled his eyes. “Sure, mom.”

“I’m serious.” I kicked his leg lightly with my toes. “Ask your parents. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind taking you to the hospital to take tests.”

Blake seemed to shudder at the thought. “Yeah, sure, I can see that, me going up to my Mom and asking for an MRI because I’m getting little headaches.”

Little?

I glared at him. “You puked at school the other day because it was too bad. You think I didn’t notice it, but I did.”

My sexy friend stared at the sky through the glass ceiling and groaned in annoyance. “Why are you observant about all the wrong things?”

“Just things concerning my best friend,” I told him softly. I didn’t include the whole loving him thing though, because my unrequited love for him wasn’t the problem today, for once. It was his head and his wellbeing.

“Ugh, fine I’ll ask,” he whined and I clapped my hands enthusiastically,  “And when I have nothing, then you’ll have to be my slave for the entire week.”

I snorted. This had been easier than I had expected. And it would probably be nothing but I preferred not taking chances. I didn’t want to keep worrying about him on top of silently loving him. “Deal. Because when I’m sure you have nothing, then I’ll stop worrying.”

“Glad to know you care,” he breathed, closing his eyes.

What the…?

“Why wouldn’t I care?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah, because I’m your best friend,” Blake said, almost bitterly.

What? Did he not want to be my friend? Or did he know I loved him and was he completely disgusted with the thought?

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I pressed.

And this time, Blake sat up on his chair and faced me, looking serious but desperate too. “If I have a brain tumour, then will you even consider going out with me, just pity dating I mean.”

Oh. My. Frack.

“What are you saying?” I asked in my smallest voice.

“You’re observant about all the wrong things. You’ve friendzoned me hardcore,” he said, looking desperate and sad.

I think I almost heard my jaw dropping on the ground and I was actually shaking a little from the shock. “The frack? You’ve friendzoned me!” I exclaimed, slapping his arm.

“I haven’t friendzoned you,” he automatically answered.

“Oh yes you have!” I whined. “How many times have I slept over here and walked around in my shortest shorts and cute tank tops and pranced around and you’ve just looked away? How many times have I tried snuggling against you or holding your hand or just generally tried doing coupley stuff and you’ve just shied away from me like I had a bad case of diarrhea? How many times have I asked you out and you’ve ended up bringing Alex or Daph or Van or even the twins too or just generally treating the whole thing as just a boring hang out?”

I could have listed more things but I was a little out of breath and I was FREAKING OUT!

“I thought you were just doing that as a friend!” Blake whined back.

I threw my hands up in the air. “OH MY GOD, NO!”

“SERIOUSLY?” Blake pressed, obviously freaking out too.

Was this real or was this a dream. This was absolutely crazy. How could he have liked me too?

“OH MY GOD, YES!” I answered, like I was almost annoyed with his doubt.

“You like me?”

“I love you.”

And just like that, we both leaned forward, my hands reaching for his cheek and the back of his head while his reached around my waist, and I didn’t kiss him, and he didn’t kiss me—we kissed each other. It was a mutual action showing our equal desire for this kiss.

            Because I had wanted Blake ever since I had first saw him, before I could ever understand what wanting someone felt like, and for some perfect reason, he apparently wanted me too.

            And that was what love was all about.