Just friends? Pfft. Yeah, right.

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“Year of Russian Revolution?” i asked, looking at the book in my lap.

“1917,” Dave replied, after scrunching up his face in concentration to remember the date.

Dave had come over to revise for our history test. He was having difficulties remembering the dates and i was helping him out. We had started off at my desk but Dave got restless and started walking around my room, finally falling on my bed. He refused to answer until i sat with him on the bed. Sometimes, he could be so childish.

Sitting with my back against the headboard, i watched Dave. He was sitting opposite me, his long legs hanging over the side of my bed. He had taken my feet onto his lap. As i questioned him, he played with my toes. I could tell when he didn’t know the answer because he ran his palm along the heel of my feet. He was subconsciously giving me a massage and i was not complaining. I had to admit it was a more comfortable way of revising. 

“Correct. Year of Soviet takeover of Eastern Europe?” i asked, grinning as he tried hard to recall.

Dave stared hard at the ceiling. “1945 to 1948.”

“Korean war?” i shot at him.

“1955?” he answered, unsure.

I threw a pillow at him. “1950.”

He pushed the pillow away easily, frowning. “Give me another.”

I flipped through the book. “Year and month of the Truman Doctrine.”

“March 1947,” he answered, rubbing my heel.

I sighed and looked at Dave. “You need to stop guessing these things.”

He sighed in exasperation. “Did i get that wrong?”

“No,” i replied, holding a finger up before he could speak. “But, you can’t just guess the dates and hope you get it right.”

“Okay, fine,” he agreed, shifting his body.

I looked at the textbook. “Purpose of the doctrine.”

“I think we should have a break,” Dave suggested, reaching for the book from my lap.

I pushed his hands away. “Dave, we don’t have much time.”

Dave stood up and stretched. I watched as he leisurely walked to my dresser. He stared at the things on it and ran his hands along my jewellery and products. His hand paused over a row of nail polish. It had been a gift from my elder sister, Sasha, for my last birthday. I had not used it and it was still brand new. Dave took them from my dresser and i shook my head, fixing him with a glare. He ignored my reaction and settled down on my bed.

“What would you choose?” he asked, holding up a bottle of sparkling blue and emerald nail polish.

“We need to study Dave,” i said as Dave shifted so his body lay flat on my bed.

His body laid beside mine with his feet next to me arm while his head was at my feet. He captured one of feet and i did not bother struggling. I knew it was no use. Dave shook the bottle of sparkling blue nail polish and stared at it. I laughed softly so he would not hear when i saw him squinting to look at the words on it. I was pretty sure he was trying to find the instructions.

“It’s really simple to use, Dave,” i said, holding back laughter. “You just use the brush to paint onto my nails.”

He nodded, blushing slightly. “I knew that.”

He looked back at me, staring. I stared back, a small smile on my lips. He continued to stare as though waiting for me to say something.

“Aren’t you going to give me the brush?” he asked.