The boy next door

In between: Friday

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In between: A weird busy week before the last, and most important, therapy session.

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Friday

When I wake up, I'm sore, even though I fell more on Drew than on the iced pavement. I still feel bad, but he didn't seem to care. I smile and the thought helps me get up faster.

My door isn't frozen shut anymore when I get to my car, which is good, but I kind of wish it still was.

As I'm cleaning off my car from a light snowfall during the night, I notice Drew is outside doing the same.

We see each other and sillily wave to each other like we're so excited to be doing this, and then laugh. We're always laughing at ourselves and together.

"How's your back?" I call.

"I can hardly walk! Thinking about suing!" He calls back.

I laugh a lot, not expecting that even though I should have.

He laughs too. "How's your door?" He calls.

"Thawed out!" I call back.

"Sweet!" He calls along with a big thumbs up.

I laugh, shaking my head, he smirks his usual Drew smirk, and we're smiling. Like we've always done.

Then we get in our cars and drive to park n' ride.

We smile when we get out mutually, and start walking.

"Seriously, how's your back?" I ask again as we walk.

"I'm okay, I'm strong," He smirks.

I feel myself blush, thankfully it's cold so he won't be able to tell the difference partly under my scarf.

"Oh I know," I say without thinking. Why did I say that? Because I've noticed his strong looking back muscles? Because I have no self-control? Maybe a little bit of both?

He looks at me and smiles as if he knows what I'm thinking.

"You know, I mean, you were fine after I fell on you on the hard ground," I try to cover it up.

"Oh please, you feel like nothing," He smiles.

I smile. Oops.

We get to my locker and talk a little as I take off my jacket and scarf. I almost close my locker but he stops me.

"Hat," He laughs.

I laugh, "Thanks."

I take it off and put it in my locker as he laughs.

"Why are you laughing at me?" I laugh.

"Your hair," He laughs.

"What? I can't see," I touch my hair.

He laughs and helps flatten my hair down with me.

Every touch to my hair tickles. I don't know if it's like that all the time, or just with him. But it tickles in such a good comforting way.

"Thanks," I smile when he's done.

"No problem," He smiles.

Then he walks away as I'm smiling, running my hand through my hair.

"If you ever need a hair smoother, again, you know who to call," He says back to me, "First one's free!"

I laugh and shake my head. Then go to the café after he stops at his locker and smirks at me.