Just Friends

Chapter 9

Gosh, my feelings keep on growing stronger and stronger, for him.

I still remember that night that he was making out with Bethany, his lips just looked so good to kiss.

Only if I can actually feel them on mine.

Today, I had came up with the best prank ever! I was heading over to Chris' house to hang out today.

"What's up Scott?" I walked into his room.

I saw him laying on his made bed reading something.

"Nothing, just reading some comics."

I brought my voice down low, "Uh, where's Chris?"

"He's in his room still sleeping like a lazy ass. Why are we whispering?" He mocked me.

"Because I have an awesome prank." I smirked.

"Okay, what is it?" He smiled.

"Okay, the plan is, you have to get him distracted outside on the porch. I saw something trending on twitter and it was called the 'Ice bucket Challenge' so yeah."

"Cool! Don't worry, I got it." Scott said.

I looked at my phone, it was 11:30 am.

Really?

He's still sleeping at this time?

I walked quietly into his room, "Chris wake up."

He was still sleeping like a baby.

I came closer, "Chris wake up."

Nothing.

I poked his cheek, "Wake up Chris!"

He groaned, "Stop it."

He shoved his head under his pillow.

I jumped on his bed shaking him, "Come on Chrissy. Wake up!!"

"Noooo." He groaned.

I straddled him, "Fine, I guess you want it the hard way."

I tickled his weak spots and made him laugh hysterically.

"Oh my god! Okay, stop please!!" He shrieked.

"Then wake up sleepy head!" I yelled giggling and slapping his hard chest.

"Okay I'm up!" He got out from under the pillow wide eyed.

He just realized that He was underneath me between my legs.

Well this was awkward...

I stuttered, "Uh- uh, sorry, this is so weird."

He pulled me back down.

Oh god what is he doing.

His hands feel so good on my thighs.

"No, it's okay." He slightly bit his bottom lip.

"Uh uh-"

"Am I making you nervous?" He smirked.

"Uh- no.." I looked down at my hands.

"I'm gonna go." I got off of his lap walking down stairs grabbing something to drink.

Oh shit that was awkward.

God, I hate myself so much for liking my best friend.

He came down with his hair spiked up wearing a white tank, with some black basketball shorts.

Mm, his arms..

STOP.

"What's up An?" He asked pouring himself a cup of oj.