I was sitting on my couch, playing games on my laptop when all hell broke loose.
Aka, Gilbert called.
I'm not sure why I'm still friends with that idiot. He's of no use at all, and all he ever does is annoy me and declare to the world how awesome he is. But I felt obliged to answer the phone, because he is my best friend, after all. Besides, if I didn't, he'd just call again and again, and waste my phone's battery.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone. "What do you want this time, Gilbert?"
"I want to hang out with you. Feel honored that someone as awesome as me wants to grace someone as lousy as you with my awesomeness."
I sighed. "No."
"Yes."
"Why should I?"
"If you don't, then I will tell Roderich that you're still interested in him," Gilbert stated calmly. "You know what that would mean, Eliza."
I felt my blood boil. "You know I broke up with him! He's probably doesn't want me for a girlfriend anymore!"
"That's a lie. Roderich is still head over heels for you."
"He just wants to be friends!"
"I wouldn't say giving you flowers is a sign of just wanting friendship."
"You-" I started to cuss him out, but he cut me off.
"If you're not over to my house in ten minutes, then I will call Roderich and tell him that you want to patch things up, and be his girlfriend again. You think his flirting is annoying now? Just wait until I tell him that."
"Fine," I snapped, then hung up the phone. That bastard. Using blackmail on me. I got off the couch, and into my car. I was over to his house exactly in nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.
-Break-
When I got to Gilbert's house, I didn't even bother knocking. Gil had given me a key three years ago. He had handed me the key and said, "Here, Eliza! The awesome me has given you a key to his palace! That way, you can come over whenever and amuse me!"
I unlocked the door and walked in, yet I noticed something unusual when I entered. The house was silent. That almost never happened. Either Gilbert was here, or his friends Francis and Antonio, or his brother Ludwig. "Hello?" I called out. Nobody answered me.
I walked down the hall and into the living room. I didn't see anyone there, so I looked in the kitchen. No one there, either. I climbed the stairs and went into Gilbert's bedroom.
Gilbert was fast asleep on his bed, snoring slightly. I saw an opportunity to annoy him, and get revenge on all the times he's pissed me off. I carefully tiptoed over to his bed, then climbed onto the bed and crawled over him. I then proceeded to sit on him, grinning evilly.
Surprisingly, the over-confident Prussian didn't wake up. Instead, he just snored louder. I started bouncing on his chest, but he still didn't open his eyes.
Then, to my utter horror, he wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me to his chest, still asleep. He thought I was a pillow! I struggled to get free of his arms, but he was too strong.
My face heated up, for reasons unknown. It was probably too hot in the room, or something. I couldn't think about the other alternative. There was no way I could have feelings for my best friend, could I?
I slapped Gilbert's face to wake him up. He winced and opened his eyes. He looked confused for a moment, then grinned when he saw I was on top of him. "Trying to make romantic advancements on the awesome Gilbert, are we, Eliza?"
I crawled off of him. "No, you pervert! You were asleep, and I sat on you, but you thought I was a damn pillow!"
Gilbert laughed. "Then why is your face so red?" he teased.
"It's probably too hot in here," I lied, walking to the window and opening it. "There. That's better."
