The art of falling in love

Chapter 4: Pillow

Here we go for the fourth chapter, getting Kit thoughts.

*** Kit POV ***

"I'm still mad at you"

I roll my eyes.

"It's been almost a week. I told you that I was sorry."

"Still, you broke my heart." He replies with a sad tone, as if I had killed his family.

"Fucking really? It was only pancakes for god sake!"

"Yeah, and I was waiting for those."

"I told you I didn't make enough."

"Can you stop bickering both of you! We're supposed to work"

"Humpf, you say that because since you started going out with Yo you don't come to eat Kit's food anymore. You prefer to be all lover dovey going outside for breakfast. But me, I only have his cooking to make my Sunday brighter!"

I roll my eyes once again in front of so much drama. When Beam didn't see me coming he came at eleven o'clock. Ming had already left and the pancakes had been eaten. I remember the word traitor coming from his mouth as he sat in the chair sniffing around to see if they were survivors.

"As if you came every Sunday"

"I do!"

"Where were you the last two Sunday then? You didn't answer when I called you"

To my surprise Beam checks turn a light shade of pink. I blink but when I look again it disappeared. Maybe I saw wrong.

"Busy. You know."

I'm about to ask for more when my phone ring.

"Who is it?" he leans on my shoulder to see the name without warning. "Playboy number one? Is it a perfume?"

I cut the call and text him instead, scooping away from Beam who cast me a curious look.

What is it?

His answer comes shortly after.

I need more help please...

I hold a sigh, wondering why on earth I am unable to say no to this guy. The more I try to fight it the more I end up saying yes to his pleading. As if the thought of making him sad is too much for me. Well I guess it's normal to want to help him and to want to protect him from sadness.

Fucking really you're impossible. Call me tonight I don't have time right now.

I put my phone in my pocket with mixed feelings. I can't let this guy know how weak I am with him. I can't trust such a player, yet I can't say no either... damn what's happening...

***

"I don't know you can ask her on a date, taking her to eat, you can try to get closer when you're with her" I propose to help him as we're speaking on the phone for a while now. First he had to tell me his day, then wouldn't start without hearing mine. And now we're finally on the reason he called me in the first place. I glance at my homework waiting for me, it will have to wait a little more.

"How?"

I frown. I just can't believe he was a well-known playboy in high school! Why did I say yes to help him again?

"I don't know, by spending time with her! Try taking her hand when you walk together, leaning on her shoulder when you're sitting together, brushing her hair to make fake leaf go away... Anything!" I rub my chest feeling uncomfortable.