Nora's POV
God he's gorgeous. I still just can't get over the fact that he's who he is and he wants to be my friend. At least that's what I think because he keeps coming back. I have this overwhelming urge to kiss him. He asked me to music in the park today, and he didn't even hesitate to meet me here tonight. I keep trying to distract myself, listening to everyone else chatting instead of opening up my mouth and having something terrible come out. That would be my luck, I would try to say something funny or smart and I'm just so nervous about how close he is that I just know that everything would come out wrong.
I'm sitting in between Andrew Gertler and Shawn Mendes. I can't even believe this. My hope to try and remain calm is actually coming across like that, and my insides are literally freaking out.
I'm not usually like this. I'm usually fairly calm and collected when it comes to members of the opposite sex but there is just something about him. I haven't yet calmed down when it comes to him. Usually after a few days I'm good with the guy, but with Shawn, not so much.
I've noticed he's more quiet tonight so I'm not going to push him. I kind of want to just because when he comes to the flower shop I sometimes I can't even get him to shut up. But tonight is different. He's quieter, seems to be just taking things in. This is the Shawn that I thought of before I actually knew him, where he wasn't very open in interviews or putting himself out there.
But here I am, enjoying my night out with my friends. Probably taking too many drinks, I'll blame that on Shelby. Shelby had a rough week and she's all about shots and alcohol tonight. I'm sure she's freaking because Andrew is here, one of her favorites. I've already had a few in between the time it took for me to text Shawn and him getting here, and it's calmed me a little bit but also made me on edge. Makes no sense probably but in my head it does.
When I notice Shawn stretching his arm behind me and finally relaxing I turn away from him just a bit more, trying to really invest in this conversation happening across the table when all I want to do is lean back and just sit silently with him. What I really want to do is just sneak out with him, and just to relax in the city, stop for ice cream, listen to the sounds. I shake the thoughts out of my head and try to settle my nerves. I take a deep breath and lean back into the booth, not even thinking about it and resting my hand on his thigh. I can feel him tense up for a second and I'm second guessing all my choices tonight. Maybe he doesn't want to be anything more then friends? That just can't be, he wouldn't have come so quickly, wouldn't have kept coming back every day this week for lunch. Right?
I relax a little more when I feel his muscles let go. I feel like I fit under his arm. It sounds so cliché but it's the truth. I scoot my butt back just a little bit to scoot even more into him. Might as well just go all the way then. Liquid courage never hurt anyone! I'm literally biting back my smile, thinking that at any moment it will be over, any moment someone will have to pee, someone will need a drink, and Shawn will realize what's happening and move.
I laugh occasionally, and I notice Shelby looking at me and giving me that eye, and I know what she's thinking. And that big smile on her face is something I just want to snatch off her face before someone notices it and picks up on our non-verbal interaction.
I watch as Azli gets up, and I'm waiting for the other shoe to fall, when someone to say it's time to go. "I'm getting more drinks! Who wants a refill?" He asks smiling and as I hold up my drink , he nods and takes count of everyone who needs something.
"I like your friends." I turn to Shawn, suddenly realizing how close our faces are. This alcohol is giving me the urge to literally just turn my body and grab his cheeks, kissing him fiercely.
"Your friends are really loud." He chuckles and I pat his knee. He moves slightly and I just can't help but let my face fall and think that he's done with being close with me. But I instantly relax when I notice his arm tighten around my shoulder when I start to move, making me stay, as he just pulls his pant legs down further. Maybe this is something more than friends. I'm seriously over thinking everything. I roll my eyes at myself and adjust my posture and wait for Azli to return with my drink.
