Promises We Keep

8

KEN POV

I woke up before Marcus. I finally got him to sleep in the bed after a lot of nudging. He is sleeping so peacefully that it looks like he hasn't even moved from that spot. His sandy brown hair is a mess around his head and his lip is parted just slightly. The way the sun is just illuminating his light skin, I have to admit that he looks incredibly adorable. I laugh at that. Marcus is definitely not the type of person people would normally associate with the word adorable. But when he is just smiling like his life depends on it and laughing with his vibrant and beautiful laugh, there is no other way to describe him other than utterly adorable. If he heard me say this though, he would probably punch me in the face. I trace the features of his face. Or maybe he would like someone calling him adorable.

Okay, stop staring at the boy like a weirdo. 

I pick up the phone to look at my messages. I see one apparently from the girl I was making out with at the party. Well, not so much making out as it was having my esophagus attacked by a crazy person. I grin to myself thinking about it, but then I remember Grace and Marcus and my grin fades a little. The two of them together, just dancing on each other. For some reason, it set me on edge. They were holding each other and touching each other's bodies with so much passion and care. At first, I was shocked like some other people. It was as if we were seeing something that we weren't supposed to see but it was beautiful at the same exact time? Weird. But, what's even more weird, I actually felt jealous. Of what exactly? I don't know.

I mean Marcus was so expressive in that moment. I could see every emotion in his head clear as day. Maybe I want to be able to feel something that strongly too. No. Feelings and emotions just get you hurt.

"What are you thinking about?" I hear a husky voice say.

I look down at Marcus, who is looking up at me, his bright blue eyes clouded with sleep and his eyes a little hooded.

Woah. He looks so se- NO! I shake that thought right out of my head. He is my friend. I do not want to look at him that way.

"Nothing. Just the party. I got a text from that girl I was with."

He wiggles his eyebrows at that. "Oooh, going to finish what you started?"

"Yeah, no. I'm scared she might just swallow me whole."

He laughs. "Yeah, I did notice she was leeching onto you pretty well."

"You and Grace sure made quite the scene."

"Yeah," he smirks. "That was fun."

"Are you sure you're not into her?"

He raises his eyebrow at that. "Why do you keep asking if I want to get with Grace?"

Why do I keep asking?

"If you're not trying to get with her does that mean you're trying to get with me?"

I choke and start coughing. He laughs and pats my back with amused eyes. "Chill dude. It was just a joke," he says shaking his head, still laughing at my near death.

He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. "I'm showering. Be a homie and get me something to wear. Also, about Grace, I don't know. Anything can happen. I don't want to ruin my friendship with her." He pauses right before the door. "So, for now, I'm still available. If you want to shoot your shot."

He runs into the bathroom dodging the pillow I throw at him. I don't care how cute he is. I am not a relationship guy. Besides. He is a good friend. He's intriguing and it's better to leave it at just that.