Yes No or Maybe

Alfie

When I wake up the next morning, I'm surprised to find someone else in bed with me. It's warm and comfortable, and when I turn over and snuggle against said someone in my bead, I'm startled to realize who it is.
Joey.
Joey is lying beside me, his body faced toward mine, his face a sleeping peaceful one. I almost yell, almost, but I prevent it with a hand, covering my mouth securely.
Why is he in my bed?
I let out a squeak when Joey suddenly begins to stir beside me. Soon after, he slowly opens his eyes, yawning before smiling at me.
"Good morning, sexy." His voice is groggy, filled with sleep, but still manages to melt my heart.
His accent is fucking sexy.
I gulp as I'm hit with reality. Good morning, sexy? Uh, what? I am so fucking confused.
I don't know why Joey is in my bed and I don't know why he just greeted me like that.
When I don't respond, Joey continues, "Babe?" He frowns and looks slightly concerned.
Babe?
"Uh...Joey?" Is this really Joey? But why is he in my bed? Whys he acting like we're... well... dating? I don't understand at all.
Joey smiles a bit before leaning over to kiss me. I freeze instantly. He kissed me.
He kissed me.
Fuck.
I place my hand on Joey's shoulder and gently shove him off. "I...I have a boyfriend," I say.
I don't. But he thinks I do.
"Yeah. Me," Joey replies in a 'duh' tone.
"No..." I shake my head. "Lucas... Lucas is my boyfriend."
No, he isn't. But Joey should believe so.
"Lucas? What?" Joey Laughs. "I don't know a Lucas. Or what, are you cheating on me?"
No.
"What? Joey- you and I- we're not dating," I say, staring at him incredulously. "Right?"
Joey rolls his eyes before closing the gap between our lips again. I feel my heartbeat stop, and start again when he pulls back.
"You... Joey..." I bring two fingers up to my lips and feel them. He kissed me. Again. I feel tears well up in my eyes. It feels great. "I... God... Joey. I love you," I say quietly. "I've loved you for a while now..." I purse my lips and look at him nervously.
Joey smiles and pulls me into an embrace. "I love you too, Alfie," he says, pecking my cheek.
I smile a bit and hug him back, sighing contently.
Is this real life?
When I open my eyes, I'm alone in my bedroom. The sunlight is pouring in through the blinds and everything is quiet and still.
I look beside me to see an empty spot. No Joey.
I bring my fingers too my lips. The kiss felt so real. It felt so great.
But I guess, it... it was a dream...
I feel my eyes tear up again. I knew it couldn't have been real. Joey doesn't feel that way for me.
It hurts.
I lie back down and take a deep breath. I seriously need to get over Joey, is what I think before falling back to sleep.
When I wake up again, it's already past eleven. I groan as I pull the blankets of me. I'm covered in sweat and it feels like shit.
I sigh before getting out of bed. I seriously need a shower right now. I stink of sweat.
I quickly take a shower before heading upstairs to the kitchen. On my way there I run into Joey. Just my luck.
"Good morning," Joey greets, smiling a bit.
"H-hey," is all I can say.
"How are you feeling?" he asks.
I shrug. "Just fine."
I fidget in place and look at everything that isn't Joey. I just can't look at him.
"Good... hey, uh..." he starts.
I look at him questioningly. "Hmm?"
"Never mind," he says a little too quickly, and I'm starting to wander what's up with him.
"Uh. Okay," I say, laughing nervously. "I'm going to eat breakfast."
I quickly move around him to head upstairs.
"Oh and Alfie," he adds. I look over my shoulder at him. "I made breakfast for you. It's on the counter."
I get a little happy and flustered by the fact that he made me breakfast. I smile at him and say, "Thanks," before turning and walking upstairs.
On the kitchen counter is food, as Joey had said. He made scrambled eggs and back with toast and it looked oddly good.
I smile a bit and approach my breakfast. He took the time to make me food. Aww, he's so cute.
I quickly begin to eat my breakfast. And pause when I receive a text. I pick up my phone and notice Lucas texted me.
I slide open the conversation and read the unread messages.
Lucas: hey it's Valentine's Day
Lucas: I know Ur still into Joey but u wanna hang out
Lucas: you don't have to if u don't want to

I sigh before putting my phone down. I don't know how I should reply.
Me: I'd love to... but uh I can't. I'm sorry.
Me: it's not you, it's me. I just can't see you as anything more than a friend
Me: sorry
Almost instantly Lucas replies back.
Lucas: ...oh, okay. I understand
Lucas: if u change yah mind call me

No I won't call you, I think almost immediately with a scoff. I decide not to reply and just finish my breakfast. Mm, Joey can cook.
I wonder what else he can do.
...okay, I so should not think about that.
I laugh at my thoughts and just shake my head. After finishing breakfast. I wash the dishes quickly and neatly file them in their place.
After doing so, I decide to edit some videos for my channels. Lately, these past few days, I've been having trouble concentrating. I just easily get distracted. Thoughts, many of Joey, just flood my mind, and thus I can't focus on my work.
It's quite frustrating.
I heave out a sigh and begin to edit one of the videos. It takes me a while to actually get some work done, but at least I get it done.
Around 3 o'clock I take a break. I get myself late lunch and just sit around doing nothing. But soon after, I go back to editing.
This is the life of a YouTuber. It's not always as exciting as it seems.
Around 6 o'clock, Joey comes up to the living room, where I edit my things. It's weird because he's been in his room all this time. That is strange. He's usually talkative, but lately he's been quiet.
I don't like it.
"Hey," Joey greets.
"What's up?"
"Nothing really. Just came up to check on you," he replies.
I nod, acknowledging his words. My eyes go back to the screen and out the corner of his eyes. I can see Joey staring at me.
"It's Valentine's Day," he points out.
I nod again. "Yeah, I'm aware." I chuckle lightly. "Don't you have any plans?"
Joey shakes his head. "Nah, dude." He smiles a bit. "Why don't you be my valentine?" he suddenly asks.
I stare at him a bit incredulously.
I know he means it in a friendly way because:
1} He'd never hit on me while I'm "dating" Lucas
2} He doesn't feel that way about me
I smile back at him before shrugging. "Sure, mate." I go with it.
Joey looks relived. It's almost as if he hadn't expected me to agree to it. "Okay, uh, ill order pizza, you pick out a movie, and then we can just cuddle and hang out." His tone is friendly and gentle, and I can't help but feel my heart melt.
We're finally mending our friendship, it was never really broken, but it was falling apart, so I'm glad.
I nod and chuckle. "Sounds great."
Once joey orders Dominos, we take our places on the couch. He sits rather close to me but I like that and don't say anything. We're always pretty close anyway so it doesn't matter, I suppose it's normal.
I hand him the remote and say, "Pick out whatever you want to watch. I can't choose." I smile a bit lazily as I watch him nod.
He picks out some movie that I've never seen, but I don't mind. The pizza arrives soon and joey pays for it. Usually we fight over who pays, but this time I just let him.
Joey eats a slice, and is almost done with his second slice when I only begin to eat my first. He really is a pizza-maniac. I laugh a bit at how fast he eats, and tell him to slow down. I don't want to choke him.
We sit in silence as we watch the movie, occasionally making the odd comments about a certain character or event. Joey makes up these stupid jokes that I can't help laugh at.
I like this.
I want to spend more time with Joey.
We somehow manage to get through the whole movie, and we still have a few slices of pizza left. I ate two slices and Joey ate- geez, I don't even know- like four slices. There is two slices left and I have a feeling that soon they will live in Joey's stomach.
We sit there in a comfortable silence for the remaining minutes before Joey begins to speak. "Hey... Uh," he begins.
I glance over at him with a questioning look. "Hmm?"
"Why'd you... why'd you spend the day with me? Why didn't you just, I don't know, spend time with Lucas? Didn't you have plans for Valentine's Day?" he asks quietly, his head lowered.
I flinch at his questions. How do I answer them? Do I tell him the truth? Should I lie? Many decisions crossing my mind. I should lie, I think. No, ill just tell him the truth, the other part of my brain thinks.
After a couple of minutes, I finally decide. I take a deep breath to prepare myself.
"Well... That's because..." I begin, lowering my head. "Lucas and I... We were never together. He... He's not my boyfriend."
I finally told him.