The Princess To Be

7th Chapter

"Surprise!" he shouted.

"Are you crazy? It's just noon. How can you be here?" I asked Vincent.

"Well, I just skipped classes and I guess I won't be practicing since I feel sick as fu-"

"Oh my... I'm sorry. Come inside and rest here." I said with worry.

He smiled at me and replied, "It's fine. Just a little fatigue, I guess." We comfortably sat on the couch and grabbed pillows to hug with.

"I'm not ready at all for your visit, dude. Look how messy I look with all the crying last night. Ugh. You should have at least texted me."

"Well, perks of being a friend." he winked. Oh my.

"Who told you we're friends?"

"Don't be mean, Rianne. Of course, just me. Isn't it obvious we're friends?" 

"No. You're just self proclaiming."

"Says the girl who called me when she's crying and needs help." he teased. I just gave him my famous glare.

An hour or so passed, and we just kept eating and eating on the sofa. Chips, cookies, nachos, leftover chicken and last but not the least, diet coke. Yum.

"Diet coke? Seriously, princess? What, you're conscious now of your weight?" 

I grabbed my diet coke, "Tell my mother that. And I'm not even concerned with my weight. Like yuck, I'm not some cheerleader chick." 

He smiled. "That's what I like about you most."

I blushed. It was a faint whisper but  heard it.

How ridiculous could this be? One day he's my childhood crush, then he becomes just another stanger in high school, then the next, here he is, eating like a monster inside my own house. With his shoes on. With his feet placed on the top of our center table.

"What about you? Why do you keep on eating? You're like our school's most valuable player but you got a stomach of an elephant." I said then poked my tongue at him. He did the same.

"You're so cute when you do that. Is there a problem with a teenage guy eating a lot? I eat like a beast but I exercise like a monster." 

"Rawr!" I mimicked. "Is that what you are? Or will I say that out loud while I have food in my mouth?"

Then we laughed again.

"What movie can we watch? This channel's too much commercial-y" I added.

"Well, whatever you want. Just don't effing pick some romance thing." he narrowed his eyes from me to the television.

"I'm not that kind of girl, don't worry."

"Thank heavens! My past dates wanted those kinds of movies. It's like they tend to pick them so we can kiss in the end."

"Cough. Arrogant. Cough." I joked. Or maybe half-meant.

"Wait. Gross! Are you telling me that I wanna kiss you? That I may be one of those?" I glared.

"Nah. I know you're different." he said. He faced the TV. Raised an arm on the couch that's behind my back. I blushed. Again.

As I changed the topic, "So, we got CD's here. What about Ted?"

He looked at me like I'm crazy. "That's R-rated, Rianne."

"Oh. I thought it was just some comedy." This is freaking humiliating. "Okay, what about Pitch Perfect?"