Absently I flipped through the channels while my mind remained on thoughts of the call I had gotten from my best friend, Nathan. For some reason I felt uneasy about him coming over, which was ridiculous since he didn't sound any different than any other day and he's far from being a stranger to my house. So why did I feel this way?
"Argh! Where is he?" I threw the remote across the room finally fed up with my own thoughts. I dug my phone out of my pocket with every intention of calling him before the time left my hand frozen on the lock button. A little over ten minutes have passed since he called me. 'What's wrong with me..? When did I become so impatient? It's not like a hot girl is coming over.' I thought putting my phone down on the end table as I hunched over, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. If someone saw the way I was acting they would surely think I had a crush... on... Fuck no! I refuse to entertain that thought! I sank down lower while I placed my hands on the back of my head as I tried to rid my mind of such idiotic things. Taking in a deep breath I tried to let all the tension that was building up in me go, but the effort was trashed when a knock came to my door.
"Let me in, dick!" Nathan shouted from the other side of the door.
"Hold on, asshole!" getting up I stuck my phone back in my pocket and fixed my hair with my hair before I realized what I was doing and messed it up once more.
Nathan was all smiles when I opened the door and it was really infectious, "You going to let me in?" he asked, but he was already pushing his way passed me before I had a chance to step aside for him. The contact of his shoulder brushing passed mine sent an unfamiliar current down my spine.
"What's the point of asking when you're going to let yourself in?" I laughed off the weird feeling and shut the door. When I turned back his face was uncomfortably close to mine. "Whoa, what are you doing?" I asked taking a step back.
"Nothing, you just look like something's bothering you is all."
I couldn't really deny that. Something was bothering me. Something that I could never confess to Nate. There's no way that he would understand the things I'm thinking about, I don't even understand what's going through my head anymore.
"Ah, it's nothing to worry about. Do you want anything?" I asked to change the direction of the conversation.
"Nah, I'm fine." he smiled. I never realized how cute his smile was... Fuck! Now I'm really starting to sound gay! Pull it together Destery! I starter to become angry with myself and it must have shown on my face because the next thing I knew Nate's hand was on my shoulder.
"W-what are you doing?" I pulled away from him, blushing in spite of the anger I had just been feeling. He took his hand away, but it didn't seem like he wanted to. "What's the matter?"
He simply sighed and sat down on the couch, looking down at the floor so his bangs hid his eyes. I sat beside him and looked at him sadly, not sure what I did to make him like this. How can he go from his cheerful self to what I see before me? It's not like I've never seen Nate sad before, but he's never acted like this.
"I... I..." He knotted his hands together and shook his head, "Never mind."
"Come on, man. You're my best friend, you can tell me anything." I reassured him, but it seemed to make things worse. He turned to me with big sad eyes as he leaned into me, pressing his lips to mine. My heart skipped a beat while shades of red danced across my face. I pushed him back more roughly then I intended as I scrambled to get off the couch, but tripped over my own feet and fell back, whacking my head against the arm rest; after that everything began to fade to black.