Shiver

Chapter 13

Brayden's POV

"Wh..what?" May asks, staring at me with her mouth open.

"What type of boys are you into?"

"B..but."

"Just answer the question." I say, the blush on my face turning even deeper than it already was. Who knew that was even the slightest bit possible?

"Well," May says, blushing as well, "I like boys who are incredibly cute. Uhm... maybe a little tall, rugged hair, people I can only guess have an incredibly large brain."

I laugh, trying not to blush more than I already had.  Why did this have to be so awkward? Why did May have to be so oblivious?

"Whereas personality comes into place though, that's where I'm even more involved."

She says this with a wink, making me laugh, and as per the usual right now, blush so hard I'm surprised a tomato hasn't asked me to help make its child yet.

"I like boys who are incredibly kind, and whose smile could change the entire worlds' weather. I like boys who are sarcastic, but also oblivious as crap. I like boys who can take a joke, but are also sensitive, mostly about jokes that have to do with their family. No, you can joke about them, but joke about their family, and there will be hell to pay.

"Brayden, I like boys who make my stomach roll with anxiety and butterflies when I see them, but are so incredibly wonderful that I can't help but stare, no matter how much my lunch wants to make a reappearance."

"So, I assume there's someone else?" I ask, my stomach falling.

"You're oblivious as the sky is blue." May says, smiling at me, and looking into my eyes.

"Wh...why?" I ask, not understanding.

"Okay. Brayden, sweetie, my darling, sugar pie. The boys I was describing, the boy I was thinking about... that boy was you."

Ohhhhh. Guess who's the oblivious one? Yes, it's me.

Now it was my turn to say what. Of course, that didn't end up working, and I ended up sounding like a drunken hippopotamus who had had too much cheese stuffed in their mouth.

"Whahuhnlewhat?"

"I like you, Brayden. Ever since you first looked at me."

I lean over, looking deep into her eyes. Before I can even say anything (not like it would have been effective, I sound dead) May kissed me.

And it was wonderful.

Her lips tasted of sugar, probably because of the lip gloss she had religiously been applying.

Her breathe also smelled of buffalo wings, which wasn't as bad as it sounds. Although she probably could have eaten an onion and I still wouldn't have drawn back.

"What was that for?" I asked as we pulled apart, taking a deep breathe. I smiled. May could deprive me of as much oxygen as she wanted.

"Because I've always wanted to know what it was like."

I laugh, smiling like a madman. And before May can react, I kiss her. I'm starting it this time. Again, her breathe and lips were this interesting mix of buffalo sauce and sugar, which was actually pleasant. I didn't at all know why.

May pulled away, making me groan. No.

"What was that for?" She asked, mirroring my words.

"Because I needed to reinforce that that wasn't a dream." I said, smiling at her.