"If you keep moving, I'm going to poke your eye out." Megan, my roomate, threatened.
Sunday was the day when both of us were guaranteed to be home together. We kind of made a pact to at least spend some time together this day, because of the lack of time we actually saw each other during the week.
She was now cutting my bangs which had grown horrendously long, but so far the combination between me and scissors hadn't been a good one.
"Your face is looking better today." she commented nicely.
"I look like I spilled grape juice all over." I retorted.
"The bruising means it's healing." she reasoned.
"I make everyone in the room look better." I said with a cheeky smile.
She smiled and rolled her eyes, snipping another piece of my bangs.
She tucked her own dirty blonde hair behind her ear and I saw her dark brown eyes squinting behind her glasses.
"All done!" she announced.
"Ready for some breakfast now?" I asked.
She nodded feverishy and we both headed downstairs.
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"Have you ever been to the new restaurant down the block?" Megan asked, taking a bite of the toast she made.
"No, Ryan was telling me about it though."
"You mention this Ryan an awful lot. Boyfriend?" she asked, nudging me playfully.
"Just a friend." I said.
I think it actually hurt a little to say the words, but I managed to get them out anyway.
She gave me a knowing look, raising her eyebrows and taking another bite of her food.
Then I began to worry.
If it was so obvious to Megan, who had never even met Ryan, to know I liked him, was it obvious to everyone else?
I didn't want everyone to know that I was pathetically falling for someone I promised I never would, and on top of that, knew would never like me back.
"Don't worry, I just have intuition." she said, upon seeing my panic.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure. And from the stories I hear, he sounds as if he feels the same way."
"Yeah right."
I shook my head in disbelief, glaring slightly at her.
In my dreams.
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Later, when it had turned into night, I began to clean up the living room. I had work tomorrow, and wanted to get to bed early.
I was just about to turn off the television when I heard knocking at the door, and placed down the remote on the couch.
I didn't even bother to look through the window, but just reached for the door handle and opened the screen.
"Ryan?" I asked in confusion.
"Hey Kenz." he greeted with a smile.
I moved aside so he could come in, sending him another look of surprise.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, not that I wasn't happy to see him.
"I just wanted to bring you some ice cream. And see how you were doing, face and all." he said.
He handed me the paper bag in his hand.
I reached out my own hand and took it, the paper crinkling in my grip.
Ryan then brought his free hands gently up to my face.
His fingers traced the bruise on the side of my cheek, right near my mouth.
I swear I stopped breathing.
Thousands of sparks pin pricked at my skin as his calloused fingertips ran over my face and jaw, and I nearly had to stop my knees from buckling.
"It's getting better." he said softly, removing his hands as well as my mind from a trance like state.
I nodded, chest nearly exploding from him standing so close.
"Thanks for the ice cream. And coming over, you really didn't have to." I said, suddenly becoming shy.
Since when was I so shy around him?
"I wanted to." he said.
A moment of silent ensued, and I stood awkwardly, wishing that he would break it.
"I know you have work, so I'll just get going. Feel better Kenz." he said, kissing my cheek quickly before darting out the door.
I don't think I could fully even move my legs before his car was already halfway down the road.
Rest in results..<3
I walked into my room, passing Megan's as I heard her call out to me.
"So your friend was here?" she asked cooly.
"Yes." I grumbled, moving towards my room.
"Not all friends stop by at night to check on you and give you ice cream!" she yelled.
"Shut up!" I yelled back.
I could hear her laughing as I closed my bedroom door forcefully.
