Intertwined

Indie

Indie

"So, are you still upset about the whole Ryland thing?"

Over the past few days I've come to learn a few things about Trey Markham. For one, he seemed to say everything in a very nonchalant matter. It wasn't like he didn't care about what he was saying, but more like he wasn't going to let anything get to him. Two, he didn't seem to understand the concept of petty drama. He didn't find it at all necessary, and I don't think I'd ever find him in the middle of it. And three, he doesn't really have a filter. He says what he thinks, and doesn't sugarcoat things as much as a normal person would. It's quite refreshing to say the least.

"Well, wouldn't you be upset if your only friend stopped talking to you?" I asked, to which Trey scoffed.

"Ry isn't your only friend, Indie," he told me, a mouth full of soft sandwich and crunchy potato chips. Today his sandwich was peanut butter and jelly, with potato chips in between. It was one of my favorites from when I was a kid, and when I had it the other day, Trey kept picking up the chips that had fallen from mine. Said he was just making sure we didn't get kicked out of the library for leaving crumbs, but I took it as a sign that he wanted one for himself. Seems I was right.

"Oh don't start with me," I rolled my eyes, "You and I both know I'm not Ms. Popular." That role would be saved for one Summer Jorgensen.

"Never said you were. I know you don't have a bunch of friends, but Ryland isn't your only friend." Trey's words didn't hurt like they would've if someone else had said them. He wasn't being mean, he was just stating a fact.

"Oh? Like who?"

"Well," he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, "You and I are friends, wouldn't you say?"

Actually, taking notice to how close to me Trey was sitting, friends was the last thing I could think of.

"Uh- yeah, of course," I stammered, my face going pink. That made Trey grin, and I could very much see him leaning in. This was the chance Trey gave me that Ryland didn't; the chance to pull away. While Ryland didn't give me much of a choice in his little kissing game, Trey raised his eyebrows, giving me all the control. I could pull away, and Trey would let it go. He wouldn't let things get awkward, he'd probably just shrug and smile at me, and we'd continue our lunch.

Or I could do what the old Indie would never dream of doing; I could lean in.

And I did.

To say that kissing Trey was nothing like kissing Ryland was a huge understatement. For one, Trey didn't pull away .5 seconds after our lips touched.

Instead, I may or may not have squealed when he factored his tongue into the equation.

I can truthfully say I don't think my face has ever been as red as it was right now.

I can also say that Trey isn't yelling at me for doing such a foolish thing, but is grinning a ear to ear, as well as sniggering under his breath. His face was also flushed, but not nearly as bad as mine.

"I'm sorry, I'm just not used to that, and it was really weird. Not that you're weird! I just, I've never done that before and it just surprised me. A good kind of surprised though! You were great-"

Thankfully Trey had enough sense to shut me up.

With his lips.

Not tongue.

He pulled me onto his lap so that I was straddling him, which I didn't mind to be honest. He kept the kissing to closed mouthes, and I was grateful to say the least.