Enemy Basis | COMPLETE

12| love and hate

I had managed to fall asleep around four in the morning in the guest room I usually took over at Lennox's house when I stayed round. But it didn't quite feel the same as it usually did. Lennox had been angry all night and it didn't seem to dissipate. Usually chatty and quirky, he had been silent, speaking up only to give one-word answers and then going back to his agitated mood. Entirely abnormal, the Lennox I knew was always so full of positivity and light and I could count on one hand the number of times I had seen him truly pissed off. I worried for him; where I kept most things in, he let them all out and couldn't keep anything from me, but despite the number of times I asked him if he was okay, he gave me one singular look, told me that he was okay and then continued to embrace the silence. So, I was left with no other option but to give him time, and try not to worry about things that were so utterly out of my control.

In the morning, I checked my phone and saw that I had slept longer than I expected. I elongated all my limbs, enjoying the stretch whilst inhaling the warm and calming smell of Lennox's detergent on my duvet. It was almost too comfortable but I had stuff to do, so I mentally forced myself to wake up.

As if on cue, my stomach grumbled, reminding me of more important issues and I sat up, trying to flatten my bed hair in the process. It was then Lennox popped his head through the door and my heart stopped in anticipation. I didn't know what mood he would be in; I hoped he wasn't angry still.

But as I saw his adorable face which transformed into his usual smile when he spotted me awake, I grinned back at him genuinely happy that he was over whatever it was. He came over to me and sat near me on the bed.

"I woke up starving; do you want to grab some breakfast at Jon's?" his voice still deep from sleep.

Jon's was the breakfast place near Finchley Manor that had gotten very popular last year. But Lennox and I had been going long before it had gained so much attention. To us, it was our little place and the food there was astounding. Could I ever say no to Jon's?

My belly grumbled again, answering his question for me.

He looked at me and laughed, "I guess that's a yes. Get ready quick before it gets busy."

Very excited to eat my breakfast burrito, I stood up and turned around, proceeding to shrug off my nightwear that I kept at Lennox's house and then change into my clothes for the day. When I had finished and turned around, Lennox looked weird. If he wasn't my best friend, I wouldn't have noticed his slightly reddened cheeks but to me, it was unmistakeable. I walked up to him and shoved him playfully.

"What is up with you?" I asked, cocking my head to study him.

He didn't look at me for a while but when he did, his face was back to normal.

"Nothing you weirdo."

Rolling my eyes at his response, I walked to the door and could hear him behind me.

Just as I was about to open the door, I stopped and turned so that I was gazing into his eyes, all my playfulness from earlier gone, the events of yesterday still in my mind. I had to know what had happened to him and if he was okay.

"Lennox, can we talk about yesterday?" I started, "Why you were so angry?"

As I stared into his beautiful brown eyes, all he did was ruffle up his hair and rub his neck awkwardly before speaking.

"Nothing I promise," he says, "It's just that Reed guy; he's always rubbed me up the wrong way but I just overreacted is all."

His sincere eyes told me that he was telling the truth but there was something in his gaze that was forcing me to believe that it wasn't the whole truth.