From Best friends to Lovers

CHAPTER 6

I noticed that his eyes were trained on my lips like a predator watching his prey. I unconsciously licked my now dry lips and I heard him draw in a breath. He finally looked up to meet my eyes, his light brown eyes shining, putting me in a trance. None of us were thinking straight and slowly he leaned in and I closed my eyes letting myself get lost in the moment.
*knock knock*
"Honey, I made some sandwiches for you two."

We jumped apart. Luke got up and went to the door, he opened it and in the frame was his mom with a plate on her hand. And just like that, our precious moment was gone, merely a memory now.

He took it from her hand and thanked her for it. I could tell from his tone that he was annoyed by his mother. Was it because she ruined the moment? Did he want it as much as I did? I wouldn't know because he never told me anything about his feelings towards me aside from friendship.
His mom left but this time he left the door slightly ajar. He set the plate on his dresser, his head down. 

My heart was beating so fast as if it wanted to jump straight out of my chest. The moment had passed and left nothing but tingles and questions in its wake. The brown haired boy in front of me couldn't look at me. I mean I don't blame him, what was happened was surreal to say the least. The room was suffocating, tension spread across every corner, so I did what I thought was the most logical thing to do. 

"Well, uh, I should get going. It was fun kicking your ass on the game, I'll see you later." 

"Yeah." His voice was low, barely a whisper.

I walked to the door and he stepped aside. For a moment I thought I saw his head lift and his fluffy pink lips part, for I moment I thought he was about to say something but I guess it was imagination. As I was leaving, I felt a hand grabbing my arm and I whipped my head. Luke's eyes showed so much conflict, thousands of emotions passed through them. But I'm guessing he came to a conclusion because just like that he let go of my arm and looked away. I wanted to spin him around and kiss him right then and there. Run my fingers through his hair and finally taste his lips. But I didn't. Instead I left and briskly exchanged goodbyes with his mother who I caught in the living room.

A part of me was glad Luke's house was a good walking distance from mine, it would help to to get my thoughts in order. The breeze was cool, which made me shiver slightly. I inhaled sharply, the air tickling my nostrils. Cars zoomed past me, each driver on his own path to his own destination. Much like me, I just didn't know where I was going, in my mind of course. My mind kept drifting back to the moment in Luke's bedroom while my feet kept brushing across the pavement, carrying me to my house. What would have happened if we had kissed? Obviously things would change from that point on. Maybe his mom interrupting was for the best, maybe we were never meant to be involved like that. And then there was Noah, childhood friend who left and is now back with aspects that looked like they had been carved by gods. Teenage years, probably the worst ones you have to go through. And since I can't skip them the only thing I can do is try to sort out all the bullshit in my life. 

Soon enough I was at my door, my thoughts certainly helped keep me busy because I did not feel that walk at all. I balled my hand into a fist and softly knocked, my knuckles scraping through the surface of the wooden door. I retracted my hand and waited, not for long though because shortly after, the door creaked open, my mom on the other side.

I got in and hugged my mom, when we pulled away I was pulled into a lecture. I had forgotten to warn my mother that I had gone to my friend's house, luckily his mother had been kind enough to inform my mommy dearest that I was at her house. I understood her frustration and apologized but that wasn't enough to save me from my current predicament. After my mom finally got tired of talking she asked if I wanted to eat. I wasn't really in the mood but I said yes anyway, I didn't want her to feel like she cooked for nothing.