Brendon rose off the couch, grabbing his plate off the coffee table. "You finished?" He asked. I nodded as he grabbed my plate off the table before I even had the chance. "Brendon,"
"Hmm?" He asked, rinsing off out plates before putting them in the dishwasher to the side of the sink.
"You do know you can tell me anything at all, right?" I told him, getting up off the couch and walking over to the kitchen, leaning against the counter.
"Uhm, yeah, I've known that for a while."He said with a smirk, leaning against the counter across from me.
"Then, what were you talking about earlier? The whole 'waffle' thing? I know you weren't just wondering if I would eat feeling-enabled waffles. " I said, looking up at him through my bands. C'mon, Bren, I thought, It can't be that bad. Right?
"Yep, that's exactly what I wanted to know. "Brendon told me with a small smile, walking to the fridge and emerging with too cold bottles of water, sitting down beside me.
"No, Brendon." I sighed. "I know you too well, you're hiding something." I said when he took a drink of his water and set it down on the counter with the top off, playing with the fingers on his right hand gently. "Is it something about me? Is it something bad? I won't get mad if it's something bad, Brendon..." I assured him, I couldn't be mad at him.
He sighed quietly. "I don't think you would be mad... just... I don't know..." He trailed off. "I just have a feeling that you wouldn't like it."
"You're making it sound like you freakin' murdered someone Brendon." I told him, placing his hand back on the counter top. I walked over to him, hopping up on the counter beside him. "Not that I would be mad about that, either." I insisted quickly.
He turned around and sat down beside me, biting his lip. "Anything, " I reminded him, looking up at him, into his eyes, "You can tell me anything. And plus, I can almost guarentee I won't be mad." He took my hand, doing the same thing that I did to him a few moments before. It was so quiet, it was driving me insane. Say something, I wanted to say, You're killing me!
"Remember when the teacher introduced me to you, and I was the one who had to show you around the school the first day you enrolled?" Brendon asked out of the blue, and I remember it perfectly as I nodded. "And you talked about how you like music, and liked horror movies like American Phsyco, and how you absolutely loved the Marshmellow-flavored Jelly Belly's when I offered you some?"
I laughed softly and nodded. "Yep."
"Well, I knew right then, that I wanted to be your friend." He told me, a small smile on his face.
"Well, you are my friend. You are probably my best friend right next to Becca." I told him. Had he been waiting this whole time just to tell me 'how much of a great friend' I was?
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like, if we were more than friends?" He asked me slowly, biting his lip. I felt my heart speed up a little bit just by the sound of the question, taking a deep breath. I had thought about it, a couple times. I figured it wouldn't be too much different, but, then again, I thought nothing could be better than the friendship we had now, and I didn't want to rush anything. If it ever came to it, I would be open, because, I guess, after thinking about it, I sort of did like Brendon more than a friend. I took a small, deep breath, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Uhm, yeah, I guess." I admitted slowly, looking up at him, just to see him doing the same. God, was he going to, like, propose or something? Geez, Bren. He sure was dragging it out like he was going to.
"Have you ever thought that I care about you so much, I forced myself to remember little details like that? Do you care that I think that you are probably the coolest girl I have ever met ever? Does it matter to you about how I wish I could just tell you how awesome and beautiful I think you are with it feeling weird?" I could hear his voice rising, just barely. I had to force myself to make sense of what he was saying. He had to be playing with me, or something...
He slid off the counter, sighing. "I wish I could tell you about how much I... I love you, and how.. Geez, I don't know..." He said, almost silently.
I felt my stomach flip at the words love and you. Did it matter to him that I thought that I might never hear him say something like that? Something that I wished would be true, one of these days?
"Bren," I breathed quietly, walking over to him. "Did it ever occur to you that perhaps I feel the same way? That I've been waiting to hear you say that for years?" I asked quietly, a small smile I couldn't help but crack on my lips. He looked up at me, his eyes seeming to sparkle. "Really?" He asked increduously, his voice leel normal. Was he serious? "Yea, Really." I nodded, biting my lip.
"Really?" He asked again, exaggerate the 'L's in 'really'.
"Oh my G- Yes, Brendon." I laughed softly, walking over to him. He moved a piece of hair out of my eyes as his other pushed me closer to him.
"Really." I breathed quietly again, looking up at him, I could feel my own breath, his face was so close to mine. Before I could speak again, I felt his mouth on mine, his arms around my waist, and I thought that things couldn't get any better.
