The Best Friend => Sequel to The Sketch Pad

Different

Sitting at the breakfast table I kept finding myself staring at him. Sometimes those eyes would meet mine and I'd tear away from our gaze. Sometimes I find myself looking without realizing it. I studied his every move, and these are things I've already known because he is my bestfriend.

Before he takes a sip of his orange juice he always mixes the ice around with his straw. Before he laughs at a joke you can tell when he thinks it's funny or not. If it is he would slowly smile through out the joke. If it's not funny to him he would just immediately laugh at the end. I also noticed how he would try to pick off the salt on his eggs, but failed in attempt. Instead he'd get a small amount of sugar and puts it on his eggs making it sweet. I never understood why he likes his eggs sweet and not salted, but I don't get most of the things he does.

Like this morning.

What was that about?

I don't get it, I don't understand. He's done things to confuse me, but nothing like this. It was different.

Then those amazing pair of ice cold blue eyes looked into mine, almost as if looking into my soul.

"Morning Melody."

"Hey Nash."

He made his way over to the chair next to mine taking a seat in it. The plate of food was already set out for him to eat. He just started eating almost immediately. For some reason it seems more messy then my bestfriends. Nash would dive in to the eggs just eating them, salted or not. Not even using a straw he would take big sips of the Orange juice.

They're so different in comparison, but when it comes to vine they're almost exactly alike as if they're brothers. It's weird.

Cameron made his way into the room as well.

His eyes met mine, and instantly we both smiled at each other. Yesterday, and what happened was like our own little secret. No one else knew what had we done for our date except me and Cameron. I kind of liked the secrecy, and with the look in Cameron's eyes, I could tell he likes it as well.

"So..." Nash said extending out the 'o'.

"So?" I asked questioning him back.

"So how is your day so far?" I knew that wasn't what he wanted to ask me, but as Cameron sent him a glare his question changed. I kind of wanted him to ask me. I looked at my bestfriend. His eyes glued on mine almost as if he was worried I'd tell what had happened. How am I supposed to tell everyone what happened when I don't even know what did?

"If your asking me how was yesterday," I smirked at Cameron.

"It's a little secret."

[I know this isn't the best chapter, but I needed to something else other than day #2, but that will be the next chapter which I promise I will update either later on today or tomorrow. Sorry I haven't been uploading as fast, but I got another book to do as well. I'm trying hard!

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^^^ I miss that ending that I did for The Sketchpad. I'm gonna start doing it again]