"What horrible weather." Caesar says, watching as Ayasha wraps herself around in a blanket. "It's been raining nonstop."
"Just like my tears." She says, chuckling and Caesar sighs.
"Come on." He says, sitting down next to her on the couch. They were at his house this time. "You haven't been crying that much."
"Yeah, well without you, it would have been worse." She mutters, and he looks at her.
"Why are you wrapped up in all those blankets? It isn't that cold in here."
"It keeps my heart from freezing." She says, looking down.
"You become so dramatic when you're sad." He says. "Do you want some chocolate? I bought you more, just like you asked."
"That sounds wonderful." She says, laying her head on his shoulder.
"You want me to go get it?" He asks, and she shakes her head, closing her eyes.
"Don't move." She says, and he wraps an arm around her, making her lay her head on his chest. "Why are you so comfortable?" She mutters, relaxed.
"It ties into the whole 'gotta make up for my advanced sexiness' thing." He says, and she raises her hand, pinching his cheek.
"Stop." She says, a small smile on her face as he laughs, launching the two into a comfortable silence. "Caesar?"
"Hmm?"
"Why are you still friends with Huey?"
"Because he's my best friend. It hurt, a lot, but we have too strong of a friendship for me to be childish."
"But didn't you really like her?"
"Of course, and I'm not gonna lie, I was so angry. I wanted nothing to do with either of them for months. But I realized, I can't run from everything forever. So, I just got over it."
"Got over it? That quickly?"
"Well, not really, I just kinda went to school the next day, smiled and hung out with them again, as if nothing happened. It was just like me and Jazmine never went out, she never fucked Huey, nothing." He says, looking down at her. "Jazmine had tried to talked to me a number of times, trying to ask if I was angry, but it was nothing to me on the outside."
"Caesar…"
"I eventually got over it." He says, shrugging.
"Does she live around here?"
"Yeah, but she doesn't talk to me." He says, chuckling. "And I don't talk to her either. There's no reason for us to talk. Huey told me that they still talk though."
"Why would he tell you that? That's so insensitive."
"That's just how Huey is. He knew I got over it… well, not really, but that's what everyone thinks."
"You aren't over her?"
"Well, maybe. I don't know. I haven't seen her in forever." He says, and her eyes open, and her mouth opens.
"Oh, I have an idea!" She says, getting up and almost bumping heads with him. "We should-"
"No." He says, and she frowns, the blanket slipping off of her.
"You didn't even listen to what-"
"You want to go see Jazmine." He says, and looks at her. She looks away, nodding slightly. "Yeah, well no."
"But then sh-"
"No. I'd rather not."
"I can pretend to be your girlfriend!" She says, grabbing his hands.
"As nice as it sounds, no." He says, crossing his arms. "I do not want to see Jazmine, and that's how it's going to stay."
Ayasha looks away, sighing and laying down, wrapping the blanket around her. "I guess I can respect that." She mutters and he smiles.
"Thanks. I appreciate that." He says, getting up. "I'm getting you that chocolate now."
"Aww, you are so sweet." She says and looks out the window. It was still raining as she expected. "When is it gonna stop raining?" She mutters as Caesar walks back throwing a kit kat on her stomach.
"When it wants to stop." He says, and she looks up. "I like this type of weather." He sits down next to her.
"I don't. It's cold and wet." She says, and pokes her toes out of the blanket and placing them on Caesar's lap. He holds her feet, slightly rubbing them. "What are you doing?"
"Your feet are so small and cute." He says, wiggling them. She kicks one out, sitting up at the same time.
"Don't touch my feet. I'm ticklish." She says and he raises an eyebrow. He then leans forward, placing his hands on her sides and tickling her, making her shriek and laugh. "No! Don't tickle me!" She says, trying to move his hands. "I'll headbutt you!" She says, still laughing.
"I dare you to headbutt me." He says, and she grabs his hands, trying to move them, tears forming in her eyes as she laughs.
"Stop!" She cries out, trying to pry his hands off of her sides.
"I'm still waiting for you to headbutt me." He says, a small smile on his face. She closes her eyes tightly, jerking her head forward, trying to attack him.
He grabs her cheeks, stopping her from hitting him. She takes some deep breaths, trying to calm herself as she wipes her laughter formed tears away.
"You actually tried to headbutt me." He says, pinching her cheeks.
"You were tickling me!" She groans, trying to move his hands. "That hurts!"
"Now you know how I feel!" He says and she pinches his cheeks, launching them in a pinching war.
She narrows her eyes and pinches lips together, and he pinches her side, causing her to jerk and jump away from his hand.
"Ooooh, I think I'm close to winning." He says, pinching her side again.
"No! Stop!" She says, wrapping an arm around his neck, trying to get away from him. Now she didn't really understand how grabbing onto him would, work, but it might. She needed to do something.
"What are you doing?" He asks as she turns herself around, making him lie down on his side. She then pushes him down, making him slowly fall down, causing him to be able to grab her and pull her down with him.
She shrieks as she falls down on top of him, making him laugh. "You ass!" She says and he chuckles.
"You were the one who wanted me to fall." He says and she pinches his cheek.
"I had to do something you jerk." She says, and he slaps her hand away.
"That hurts." He says, and she frowns.
"Oh well." She says, shaking her head. "You kept on trying to tickle me."
"Kiss it to make it feel better." He says, and she frowns, ready to pinch his cheek again.
"Don't play like that." She says, looking around. "Especially when I'm still lying on top of you like this." She says, ready to roll off of him. He wraps his arms around her, trapping her. "What are you doing?"
"I won't let go until you help my hurt cheek." He says, and she blushes slightly.
"Really Caesar, let go of me." She says, and he shakes his head. She frowns, her face heating up. "Fine. Just promise me you'll let me go after I-" She was cut off by him kissing her on the lets, grabbing her head and keeping her there.
He eventually pulls away, letting her go. She rolls off of him, lying on her back. She looks up at the ceiling, and then turns to him, only to see him staring at her.
"This is going to change everything." She mutters, looking back up at the ceiling.