Pt. 16

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-Alina-

The hard thing is picking between him and I. Yes, I do have feelings but I'm not sure if their positive or negative yet. If their positive I would probably... I don't know. Feel ,Good? Bad?

I wanted him. Yeah. So I guess their positive. And I'm not sure if he likes me in the same way. If he doesn't this would be really awkward.

Finn is in the living room watching something in his laptop. His hoodie was scrunched, covering most of his face. So I couldn't really tell if he was watching or sleeping. Finn closes his laptop and gets up. I back away from the door and close it. I jump towards the bed and turn on the TV.

*scroll*

When I looked outside the window, it was already dark. I turn off the TV and lay there staring at the ceiling. The door opens and I jump up.

"Thought you were asleep already." Finn's little English accent kicks in. I never really heard it before.

"Are YOU sleepy?"

"Nah man. I'm wide awake."

I smile. "How bout' lets hit the skate park?"

"You're kidding! C'mon, get your lazy ass up!" He throws a pillow at me and leaves the room.

***

After skating for three hours, I'm pretty damn exhausted. We sit by the trees and eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"So..." He says. I smile. I finish the last of the sandwich and lay down on the table. Should I tell him how I feel? Or should I just lay off for a bit.

He lays beside me and touches my hand faintly. Okay. Maybe I should tell him. No. What are you kidding? What if he doesn't like me? But what if he does? If he doesn't this would be over, our friend ship, the whole apartment thing, EVERYTHING! But if he does like me, we could live happily ever after and blah blah blah.

I sit up and hold his hand. He looks at me, or at least I think he is, because the moon is right next to me. His eyes twinkle in the moonlight.

"Look... Um... I've got to tell you something." I begin. He sits up a bit and looks me straight in my eyes.

I hold my breath and begin the sentence.

"I- I like you... Not in a friend kind a way. A bit more." I cover my face and I feel my face turning red. I totally regret it.

"Alina...." Is all he says. Then he starts with another sentence.

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