Melted by You

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I don't think I've ever been more nervous for anything in my life. I look at the doorbell, and carefully press it. I stand waiting in front of the door for a while, nervously hopping up and down on my feet. I'm just going to have a fun time today, no thinking about crushes or eyes or ice cream. Unless we're going to eat ice cream. I don't really feel like eating ice cream actually. Or anything at all. I don't eat a lot when I'm nervous.

The door finally opens, and Owen is standing in the doorway, grinning.
"I thought you'd never come" he says. "Wait up, I'm going to get my coat".
"For what?" I ask.
"Ice cream silly. That's our thing, right?"
We have a thing. It sounds so... No, stop that. He didn't mean that.
"Let's go".
"I don't..." I start my sentence. He looks up.
"I don't really feel like getting ice cream".
He frowns.
"Because it's cold?"
"No, I just don't really feel well" I say. "When I don't feel well I don't feel like eating".

"Are you sick?" Owen asks. He gets a concerned look on his face. Wow, he looks really handsome when he has a concerned look in his face. "Maybe you should go home".
"No, no" I say. "I just don't really feel like going out".
I'm silent for a second.
"Wait, I didn't mean that. I mean, like that. I mean..."
"You wanna just watch a movie then?" he asks, with a warm smile that makes butterflies explode in my stomach.
"Yeah, sounds cool".
"Which one?"
"It'd only be logical to watch part two of Pirates of the Caribbean, right?"
He grins, and steps aside.
"Come in".

We sit down on the couch. Lucy walks towards us, and rubs her head against my leg.
"Aw" I say, and I smile. "I'm going to steal her".
"Don't. My brother will kill you" Owen says. He picks Lucy up, and gives her a soft kiss. This wasn't a good idea, I should go home. If he holds Lucy for another second I'm going to explode of cuteness.
"Here" he then says, and he places her on my lap. "She seems tired, would you mind if she fell asleep there?"

"Not at all" I say, happily. This is too adorable. There's a kitten sleeping on my lap, this is possibly the best moment of my life. She purrs quietly, and I pet her head.
"Can she sleep through a movie?" I ask. Owen nods.
"She sleeps on my lap all the time".
The image alone makes me melt inside. This crush thing is so inconvenient.

Owen starts up the TV, and he puts a disc in the DVD player. Luckily, he has all the movies on DVD. As soon as the theme song starts playing, I start to feel my self relax. Watching a movie means we don't have to talk all the time. Maybe the strange feelings will go away now.

As I watch the movie, my eyes start feeling heavy. I barely slept last night, worrying about today. That's very unlike me, I usually sleep like a bear in hibernation. I start to shiver a little. Maybe I really am sick.

"Are you cold?"
I look up. Owen is looking at me, slightly worried.
"Just a little" I say. "It's okay, don't worry".
I focus on the screen again, but my concentration is broken by something heavy being put around my shoulders. I look up again, and see Owen has put a blanket around me. I look at him, probably blushing. My cheeks feel very warm. He's looking at the screen again, smiling vaguely. I try to focus on the movie again, adjusting the blanket so it's a little more comfortable. All the while hoping I don't wake Lucy up, of course. She's still sleeping on my lap, vibrating slightly.

I crawl all the way underneath the blanket. It's warm, and comfortable. It feels kind of the same as a bed. A nice, warm bed to sleep in. Except that I have an actual living cat sleeping on me instead of a stuffed animal. The combination of the warmth, the darkness in the room, and the quickly moving images makes my eyes heavier and heavier. My blinking starts to get slower and slower, and every time I close my eyes I feel like never opening them again. But, I'm still trying to watch a movie, and it'd be rude to fall asleep.

Owen looks at me again, and smiles.
"You look tired".
"I kinda am" I say. He carefully reaches towards Lucy, and takes her off my lap. The kitten wakes up, and meows softly. The sound makes me smile automatically.
"Hi sweety" Owen says quietly, while the sound of swordfights intensifies in the background. "Sorry to wake you up, your pillow needs some sleep too".
He kisses her head again, and puts her on his own lap. Melting. I'm melting.

He looks up at me, and smiles warmly.
"I'll wake you up when the movie is over".
I smile thankfully, and close my eyes.
"Do I need to lower the volume?" Owen whispers.
With all the energy I have left, I shake my head. I like background noise, it reminds me of when I was little and I'd fall asleep in front of the TV. I'd always put my head on my mom's lap.
I start dozing off. My head feels heavy, and my eyes sting a little. The weight of the blanket is comforting.
Slowly, I start to sink away, until I fall in a deep, dreamless sleep.

I wake up to weight being pressed on my leg.
"Lucy, no" someone whispers. "He's asleep".
The weight goes away again. It felt funny.

I feel my head leaning against something. I don't know what it is, but it feels comfortable. Just like the feeling of something happening with my hair. It's like someone is running their fingers through it. It feels nice. Sometimes the person tugs the strands of hair slightly. All the while, I hear voices in the background. A soft, deep chuckly comes from the person next to me.

A door opens, and the hand stops abruptly.
"Hey" a familiar voice says.
"Shh" the person, who's hand leaves my hair now, whispers. "He's sleeping".
"Oh, Landon's here".
Hey, that name sounds familiar. Oh, it's mine. I'm Landon. Then who are these people?
"Oh, by the way, mom said she's going to be home early. You better clean up this mess".
"That's not very nice, Landon is not a mess".
"You know what I mean Owen. Mom's not going to like it if there are crumbs on that blanket. Where's Lucy?"

Owen.

An ice cold feeling spreads from my stomach all across my body. Like a bucket of water being thrown onto my body.

Oh no. Owen. I'm laying against Owen's shoulder. That means Owen was playing with my hair. Oh dear, this is not good for my heartbeat. I open my eyes, and look up. I am indeed laying against his shoulder, and his arm is laying on the backrest behind me. If he lowered it just a little bit, he'd be having his arm around my shoulders. His other arm is laying on the armrest. He looks very nonchalant, and very relaxed.

"Hi Landon" the other voice says. It's Logan, I realise. Owen looks at me, and smiles.
"You're awake" he says.
"Uhm..."
"Did Logan wake you up?"
"No... No. Lucy did. I think".
Stop laying against his shoulder Landon. You can sit on your own, there's no need to be laying against Owen. He's not your boyfriend. This is weird.

But it's so comfortable.

"What time is it?" I ask.
"It's... Five o'clock".
"Maybe I should go home".
I sigh, and sit up. Owen stretches, and takes his arm off the backrest.
"Yeah, maybe you should. Could you help folding the blanket?"
I nod, and stretch out as well. Logan has already disappeared upstairs. We both get up, and a load of crumbs falls from Owen's sweater.
"Dang it. I'm going to have to vacuum that".

We both grab the tips of the blanket, and fold it. We almost touch hands exactly five times, and it makes my stomach turn every single time.
"Thanks" Owen says, and he puts the blanket in a basket. "Mom would kill me if it was untidy. There are some guests coming over tonight".
I laugh awkwardly, and nod.
"Well then, I'll be going" I say. He nods.
"Get home safe" he says. The same thing people say at the end of a date.

I nod, and walk through the hall to the front door. I put on my coat, and open the front door.
"See you next week" he says, with a smile.
"Yeah, see ya".
I walk out the door, and close it behind me. For a second, I stand still, letting the cold wake me up fully. I really shouldn't let this stuff happen again. He's Logan's brother, I can't go around acting all weird and stupid with him now. Besides, he probably doesn't like me that way. He could very well be straight. And, if Logan's not exegerating, he goes on dates all the time. It just doesn't make sense for him to like me back. I should just let it pass. I have to.

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