"Kevin Kiermaier!" I screamed from the stairwell, soaking wet. Kevin thought it would be funny to pull the old bucket trick. I opened the door to my room and was immediately soaked. Kevin and I are roommates, we've known each other since high school and we've been best friends ever since. I moved to Tampa with Kevin when he started playing for the Rays and we've lived together since we moved here.
"What's up, my girl?" My cheeks blushed at his nickname, but I went back to being pissed off when I remembered how wet I was. "Are we gonna pretend you didn't bucket me?" I yelled and he smirked. "Emily, I have no idea what you're talking about." He smiled and I shook my head. He could get anything he wants with that smile.
"You cant just give me that smile and expect to get everything you want! It isn't gonna work! Not this time!" I yelled angrily and he took a step closer to me. "Oh come on, Emily. You and I both know that my smile works on everyone, especially you." He poked my shoulder and I shook my head.
"Nope, you're cleaning up my floor, you're lucky we don't have carpet. And we're having what I want for dinner tonight. And you're taking me to get ice cream." I told him and he nodded. "Okay, I'm sorry." He said defeatedly and walked up to my room with towels.
I began to feel bad about how I treated Kevin. I was very upset, but I was a little harsh. I laid down on the couch and didn't even realize I was falling asleep until I woke up.
"Kevin?" I called out with a raspy voice. "Ya, what's up?" He asked from the kitchen. I sat up on the couch and gestured him over to the couch. He sat down next to me and I put my arm around his shoulder, but his head fell into my lap, his piercing blue eyes looking up at me, hypnotizing me. "I'm sorry I was so mean to you." I mumbled and he shook his head.
"Don't apologize, Em. I was the one who was mean to you. You had every right to be upset. I got you soaked right after you woke up, don't feel bad, I'm the one who should feel bad." He said, drawing shapes on my exposed hip caused by my sweatshirt riding up.
"I just feel bad." I said again. "Emily, stop. It's no big deal. For years I've always messed with you as a way of flirting because I thought one day you would pick up on it and you would tell me you feel the same way and we'd be happy together but I know you don't feel that way so I'll stop with the pranks and we can pretend this never happened." He said, now sitting up, looking down.
My eyes went wide. Kevin just admitted he loves me back, but he doesn't know I love him. "Kevin, I don't even know what to say." I told him honestly. "Emily, it's fine. I knew you don't feel the same way." He started to get up but I grabbed on his arm. He looked me in the eye and I did the first thing I could think of.
I kissed him. And I kissed him hard. His hands went to my waist and mine went around his neck, tugging on the ends of his brown hair. He collapsed on top of me, straddling me as he kissed down my neck.
"I. Love. You." He said in between kisses, causing me to blush. I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him off of my neck. I held his face in my hands as he faced me. He raised his eyebrows in confusion and I smiled. "Hey Kevin?" I said. "Ya?" "I've loved you since you puked on me at that party sophomore year." I said and his mouth opened wide. "I thought we agreed we'd never talk about that again!" He yelled, causing me to laugh.
He laughed along but all of the sudden, he started tickling me. I screamed out for him to stop, but he kept tickling me. I'm extremely ticklish, so he tickled me at any chance he could get. "Kevin, stop!" I yelled. "Only if you promise to never say that again!" He said. "I'll never say it again! I promise!" I yelled and he finally stopped.
"I love you, Kevin. Even if you did puke on me." I smiled. He smiled and started leaning in to kiss me, but at the last second moved his hands to my side and started tickling me again. But I didn't care. My best friend was finally mine and I couldn't be happier.
a/n: what is this ending 💀💀 requests are open
