Deceiving Looks

Butterflies....or gas?

I laid in my bed, fully dressed, blank staring at my window, waiting for my dead best friend to make his appearance. I laid on my right side, my fingers twirling around in my hair absentmindedly.

"Don't scream." A voice warned as a cold hand clasped my mouth from behind.

I immediately stiffened, instinct kicking in. I guess whoever it was sensed they had about four seconds before I started gnawing on their fingers because they quickly whispered to me.

"It's Hayden."

He let his hand fall slowly, my body immediately flipping to glare up at him.

"You could knock, ya know!" I angrily muttered to him.

"Forgive me, it's been so long since I've had to knock before entering somewhere. Next time I'll knock." He promised.

My stomach began to do flips at the thought of him being in my room with me again and I struggled to keep my emotions in check.

"You have something to show me?" I gently prompted, changing the subject.

"Right." He grinned at me. "First things first, I'm going to show you how we manipulate the elements."

I cocked my head to the side, leaning up in interest, putting my face just inches away from his.

He stared into my eyes, surprisingly not pulling away and instead his gaze dropped to my lips before fluttering back up to my eyes. I stared back, my heart hammering under his gaze.

"I'm going to show you the easiest element for me to mess with right now, seeing as how it's really the only one in the room with us."

"Air?" I asked.

He smiled wickedly, his eyes leaving my face to look at the middle of my room, his eyebrows slightly crunching up with concentration.

My hair blew back with a shocking force and I gasped. I watched as the papers flew around in a small vortex, my curtains and blankets threatening to be sucked into the mini tornado any second.

Due to the darkness, I couldn't see the column of air, but I sure could see my personal belongings as they flew around in a mini circle, almost becoming a blur.

I gripped at Hayden's arm and I chuckled in awe.

"Wow..." was all my mind would process.

Suddenly, everything stopped and fell gracefully to the floor, Hayden's turning back to gauge my reaction. I was grinning wildly and I turned my large eyes to peer at him.

"That was cool!" I whisper shouted.

"Cool? I cause a tornado in your bedroom and you think that's cool?" He questioned.

I nodded.

"You're not..you're not scared?"

"I... was at first, but I trust you."

His breath hitched a little and I slid my hand down his arm to take his hand. I barely know this kid but I was already opening up way too fast.

"I trust you, too." He whispered back after a few seconds.

I smiled warmly at him, the butterflies in my stomach intensifying. I leaned in slightly, the urge to kiss him very strong, but as I leaned in I felt my lips part instinctively.

Oh no!

I burped, loud and gross, my stomach immediately feeling a bit better, the butterflies immediately dying as I internally screamed with embarrassment.

My head dropped in horror and to my surprise, he just laughed. I snuck a peek up at his face and he was utterly amused.

"Nice." He said approvingly. "10/10."

"Shut up!" I shrieked, shoving him playfully.

"It's okay, I still think you're cute."

My heart stopped as his arm curved around me in a sideways hug, pulling me to him comfortingly.

It was official. I was crushing on a dead guy.