IOU: ForNever
I Liked You More Than You Knew
"Aqua ... let's talk about this, please?" I didn't set myself to listen.
I thought he was different, but he's just the same—a good for nothing liar. "What do you want to talk about huh? I already know! I found out, you think if you admitted it in front of our friends they won't tell me!?" I flared; I could feel no tears or pity. It was happening all over again, and just when I thought I completely forgotten about it.
His face dropped, and the lights outside of 7th Heaven were looking bleaker. "I trusted you! I told you I—I just wanted to be friends! If you just told me that you were feeling like this then ..." my voice faded, it was his turn to speak. Those glassy azure eyes were speaking for him, and for the first time tonight I was broken more than ever.
"Then what!? Tell me ... would you have treated me like you did? I didn't mean to feel like this! If I could only stop it then I would ... but the heart wants, what the hearts wants—"at that point, I felt like the drama was over, and all of the grief I was harboring over the dramatic blonde was shattered.
I met the amused eyes of his, "What ... Ven ... what are you trying to pull?" I whispered under my breath. He sighs and places one hand over my shoulder, trying to look extremely sad and near to tears. What was going on? I know for a fact that he was faking ... he doesn't say those corny lines—in fact they're the same lines from that movie we just watched.
He glances up, "Now will you listen?" he said with a light tone. Now I'm really, really lost ... what in the world is going on? I nodded a little too eager than I'd wanted. He looked the other way, away from the cafe and to the streets.
You see, before this whole thing started we were just kidding around with our friends. In fact there wasn't even a mention of how he 'felt', but of course someone just had to ask about it. At first, I found it rather funny at how taken aback he looked, but then again I'm in for something much worse than a shocked face. I wasn't speaking or anything, just laughing along; going with the flow, so to speak. But they just had to drop the freaking bomb on both of us: 'So will you two be dating now?' He choked at his drink, and I didn't know what to say. Honestly what would you say if your friends are forcing you together, and you don't feel anything for this guy that you recently found out likes you? I asked him if we could just talk privately, and then that's where it all started.
"What's going on?" I was utterly confused, and not catching on. He shrugged, and walked farther away. I willingly chased after him, "Ven, c'mon ... just tell me what's this all about?" I demanded.
He was grinning ear to ear when I finally got to see his face, "Well ... I was doing a favor ... it went horribly wrong though," what favor? What went horribly wrong? He better start explaining everything in detail soon.
"Seriously 'a favor gone wrong' isn't an explanation." I said bluntly, crossing my arms, waiting for his so called 'explanation'.
He chuckled and grinned, "Let's start with the team and cheer squad's bet—"
I gasped, "You're using me for a bet?!" he better have an extremely good reason for this. Faking your feelings is one thing, but faking it for the sake of a bet is something worse. He shook his head and motioned for me to keep quiet.
He shushed me, "Let me explain Aqua," his stare was near glaring, and I agreed to keep my mouth shut. "The bet was the whole team could get girlfriends faster than the squad could get boyfriends, and if not then the Rookie of the Year would be the head cheerleader's boyfriend till their senior year." That is such shallow bet, even lower than what I would've expected from the cheery-peppy girls; Although something got me thinking, why just the Rookie of Year, why not go MVP? Sheez... if they really like him that much they should've said: 'if the guys lose, then head cheerleader will get Ventus Ciel.'
"So what? I bet the whole team could anyway." I didn't want to sound so mad, or annoyed. It's just that idiotic bet they did, and the fact that his change of heart doesn't seem to be part of the explanation yet.
He sighed, "I did too, but then we have the freshies—the Hikari twins, and the sworn 'Rikku or none at all' Gippal there. Actually, the twins got their girls already that redhead and black haired girl on the bleachers," redhead? Could that be Kairi? "I seriously doubt Rikku would be willing to pretend to go out with Gippal—"
"—yeah like I would pretend to go out with anyone." I said, rolling my eyes. His voice stopped, and the silence was back. I stared at his anxious face, and that nervous laughter seems like I know where this is going. "Please don't tell me what's going to happen next..." I whined.
He chuckled and smiled, "—So I thought, 'hey Aqua and I are friends, and there's already that rumour going around, why not?'" first of all, if we do this we'll just be adding to the fire, second, why me? He's good-looking and he knows it; why not get some other girl to pretend?
I sighed and shook my head, "Not enough. We want to quell the flames not add to it, us 'dating' would just make things worse. Then of course there's the point on why use me specifically?" There was no way I'm going to agree to this without a proper reason.
He sighed, "I've been expecting as much. Well what's so wrong with us fake dating? They could think whatever they like; all we know is that we're just being ourselves, besides everyone already thinks we are after that little 'surprise'," my eyes widened: well he does have a point there, okay so problem one, solved. "And I wanted you, because no matter how much we act like we like each other that way, we both know we can never be." Point considered. He is Ven, after all if he asked some girl to pretend, then that sly cheat would've wanted to milk him any way she can. Can't have that, can we?
"You really thought about this, huh?" was the only thing I could say after hearing him explain himself. He nodded; I guess if he really did put his mind into it, then just this once. "Okay ... I'll play along," I smiled at him.
He grinned, and then pulled me into a hug; Well I better start getting used to this ... till ... I returned the hug with equal force, "When does the bet stop?" his steady breathing hitched, and he moved away.
"Uh ... I think ... it's till the end of sophomore year, yeah ... it is." He turned back to face the cafe, and like I expected the faces of our friends were all glued to the windows. That's why he was acting so different from what he actually felt; truly a good actor.
"Oh okay," we started making our way back, but then he stopped and glanced at me. "Something wrong?" I wondered; did I already do something wrong?
He shook his head and held out a hand, "If we're going to fool everybody, then we should start with those who can't be fooled." He stated, I took his held out hand and entwined it with mine.
I smiled at him, "Those who can't? These guys ... please ... wanna bet?" A teasing tone in my voice.
He groaned, "Oh ... don't even say that word!" we laughed, and made our way inside the cafe.
The moment we stepped in and sat together, side by side with our hands still intact; the whole group was quiet but casting smiling looks at each other. I hardened my hold on his hand, and stared into his eyes. If something was ever to happen, like one of us actually falling for each other—what then? I quickly threw the idea away, shoving it to the deepest depths of my mind. Like he said, it's impossible for us to be together for real.
I took a deep breath, "Guys, we have something to say ..." He returned the grip I had on his; let the act begin.
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Everything was perfect; we didn't need to act too couple-ish for the rumor to spread. Although, the real big thing for the whole thing to work, and save Ven from the haughty head cheerleader was to put our act to the test, in the soccer match. No amounts of 'overfriendly' hugs, and hand-holding were going to convince that witch—no... We're going to have to put it all on the line. Of course I didn't think of the plan, it wasn't like I was actually thinking that maybe all this pretending could be real, hah! I'm not delusional. Ven thought of making me sit with the team while the game's on; everybody knows that those that get to sit there were I either too important to be in the crowd, or an important person for one of the players. To be truthful, I seriously doubt that...I mean if I was the head cheerleader, I would've asked for more proof than sitting with the team.
One might think that getting the night before is the effect of being too excited, for the most parts I have to agree but right now I don't think so. Getting the right outfit wasn't really my main problem; it's that I need to sleep. Fitting on what seems like my 33rd outfit, I wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed and dream (If I would) about anything, make it a nightmare even; just as long as I get to rest my head on a fluffy pillow and reside a little maybe an hour or two in dreamland.
"C'mon I promise this is the last one!" Albeit this roommate of mine still looks like she could go on for days; I'm starting to think all that caffeine we drank is getting into her bloodstream. I rubbed my weary eyes, forcing them to open and taking a good look at the outfit she was handing over to me.
"You've been saying that phrase since we've started this little 'fixing up'," I whined. Blinking the sleepiness away, going over the outfit she had handed to me. It was one of those long sleeveless hoodie-type dresses, this one was bright blue without prints, and she also took the liberty in putting black leggings on the inner part of the hanger. Well at least this one's decent enough; not too much, and not to less—I like it.
I took the pieces of clothing of the hanger, and replacing the oversized T-shirt over my body with the dress. I throw off the boxer-shorts, and strode over the full body mirror beside the door. Taking a good look at how the dress made my skin tone a lot lighter, and my neutral coloured face shone; the dress just went 3 inches above the knees, without the pouch that was usually sewed right before the end of the hoodie.
Turning to the satisfied face of the 'designer' of the outfit, I was smiling widely. "It's perfect!" I took the dress off, and hanged it back on the rack together with the pieces that came with it. I was content, actually I was at least thankful that Yuffie solved my 'what to wear' problem for tomorrow; I might over-dress, or under-dress again.
She leapt up and cheered, "I can't believe soccer season's here." Oh, I can't too—really, kind of wish it wasn't. "The thrill and the excitement, aren't you excited Aqua?" Honestly? I was nervous, and scared.
I grinned at my ecstatic roommate, "Of course I am." That came out all too, flat. I climbed on my bed, and started to slip in the warm comforts of the thick blanket.
"You don't sound like it; you and Ven having any problems lately?" She said in a normal toned voice, which is rare since it's either the hyper or the irritated tone when she's talking about it. I sighed and wrapped the blanket over my head.
"Not that I know of ... Well, Good night," I ended, she replied with a hum and we both drifted to sleep.
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The next thing I knew I was being rudely awakened from my sleep. By rude I mean, being pushed over the bed rude. The blankets tied around my legs, and the pillows scattered all over the floor, rude awakening complete. I let out a moan of both pain, and discomfort, and rubbed my blurry morning eyesight away. I felt the cold wooden floor, and supported myself up from the tangled position I was in, groaning while I stretched my limbs and yawned. My arms flailed down to the side, and my consciousness fully taking effect. I got up and turned my attention to the time—
"You got an hour to get ready." A voice said coming from the side where my bed lies without pillow or blanket. I averted my eyes to the owner of said voice, and glared, "Good morning to you too," He grinned cheekily. I covered my upper body with my arms, wrapping them around as if I was hugging myself.
Flabbergasted and (half-dressed) I was, I just found this scene incredibly wrong. "What are you doing here?" I said equally awake as he was.
He sat up from his lying position, and smirked. "Making sure you wake up for our big show later," Oh right ... I have to pretend that I was going to have an argument with him about another girl, yeah ... that. I nodded and smiled at the blonde. "Oh! and here," he threw a jersey at me; I barely caught the dark blue with my hands. "You can wear that over whatever you were going to wear." He suggested.
I unfolded the jersey and on it has the usual number at the back, and above that was the surname of the player. The jersey's base colours were mostly dark blue, a bit of black, and white; the back portion was filled out with the name 'Ciel' and the number '03'. Figures the jersey shirt is going to be after him.
"Uh ... thanks ... you really didn't have to." I said after trying to return the jersey to him. He shook his head, and pushed it back to me.
He grinned, "I bought it for you, I know you wouldn't want to wear my old ones from last year." I felt a light tinge of warmth run across my face, "Try it on." He ordered slipping on a smirk as he fell back on the bed. I sighed and wore the shirt over my oversized night ones. I turned to look at him, or even ask him how stupid I look with the jersey on, but all I saw was a dazed look on his eyes and an absentminded smile on his lips.
I gulped, "What?" I asked worriedly; I'm not much of a morning person. I took off the blue black jersey, and threw it his gawking face. "Okay, enough creepy staring. I'm going to take a shower, and probably not wear that—"
"No! I mean ... you should wear it, it looks good on you ..." Yes, of course Ven I look so attractive in a loose fitting jersey with your name on it. Right, "Plus! If you do ... uh ... then it only proves that we're really together!" I raised my brow at the said reason.
I chuckled, "We hold hands, we hug, we talk with each other every single day, there was never a day we didn't enter a room—if possible—together. What more proof do they want?" I strode over the closet and pulled out the same outfit Yuffie and I picked out last night.
He sighed, "Head cheerleader's kind of skeptic about it." I got that, that's why we're going to put on a show later. Later … actually I don't know what's going to happen, the plan was kept from me and I was only partly briefed about it so it was still a surprise. I guess I'm going to ad-lib again.
I huffed and made my way to the bathroom, casually yelling a 'yeah, okay fine' and shut the door.
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It's amazing how Yuffie could sleep through all of the noise; it's still amazing at how I could've heard his comment from the run of the shower and behind the closed and locked doors. Taking a shower just took me about 15 minutes, and getting dressed and fixed is another 15 to 20 minutes, but he just had to say 'I don't think anybody would look as great as you did in that jersey, so think about it.'. In which after an hour I was walking out the door of the girl's dormitory wearing the jersey over the bright blue hoodie-dress, and with a smirking blonde.
"So it is true," I bowed my head, my hand automatically holding on to his.
Ven glanced at the tall dark-skinned man in front of us, "Coach, yeah. Hey ... can she sit with the team?" That's their coach? I would've screamed bloody murder if Ven wasn't here. Under the eyes of the coach, I swear I thought I was going to blow the whole plan off. There's just something with buff men, and piercing stares that gets you to tell the truth. He walked me over the bench and sat next to me as the rest of the team stopped their stretching before the game, and huddle closer to us.
He sighed, leaned in and whispered, "Okay ... here they come."I chuckled, seeing as how worried he was. He nudged closer, placed and arm over my shoulder and held me closer; I let his movements match mine, as I leaned on his shoulder and started to drift from there. The silence that we kept and the erratic breathing that he had. He was deathly nervous. I opened my eyes, peeking at his rouge face (probably from the heat); I raised my hand to gently flick his nose.
"Hey!" Noting at how surprised he was, my guess is he wasn't paying too much attention—hmm ... he's sleepy too huh?
Azure eyes blinked in confusion, as I laughed at the predicament. "Don't worry about it, so I don't know what to say when it comes to couple talk—but when it comes to pretend arguing with you? I think I can manage." I found myself smiling at the shaking head of his.
He chuckled, "Well I know that. I'm worried about the game." He was looking at the field. I grimaced, and brought my leaned head back to its sitting position.
"Oh ... Well, uh ..." I found myself lost at what to say. I don't know if this is the part I say 'good luck' or the part I fake saying 'win or lose, I'd still love you'. I kept quiet.
"Hey, look—"he subtly pointed at two just arriving teammates of his. One eerily looks just like him, and the other was a brunet. "—the freshies I told you about."
The two had company as well; the blonde was making his way towards us with a black haired girl hooked to his arm, and the brunet was giving a rather sleepy redhead a piggyback ride. Well at least I have someone to talk to while the game's on. The two dropped their bags and introduced the two with them to their coach.
"Ven?! You're actually sitting down?" Greeted the brunet; he was jumping around trying to wake the sleeping girl on his back.
The blond beside me grinned, "Well I have to keep Aqua company, since you guys were late." He said laughing at the situation in front of him: the redhead would just move a little and then hug the brunet's neck tightly, choking him in the process.
"Ack! K-Kairi! Kairi! I can't breathe!" he yelled loud enough, Kairi woke up and hugged him one last time before jumping off and thanking him.
I smiled at her and gave her a little wave, "Morning Kairi." She locked eyes with me, and the stared at the boy beside me and then back at me. "Yeah, you get the picture."
She giggled and sat next to me, "Morning Aqua—thank god I'm not the only one forced to come here." I felt two pairs of eyes stare at us; I looked up watching Ven's confused eyes trying to analyze what just happened.
"You know Kairi, Aqua?" I nodded, smiling at him. He switched looks with the brunet, "Did you know about this?" the brunet shook his head; both of us laughing at the commotion we caused.
Kairi smiled, "Oh before anything else, Sora!" the brunet turned towards her, "Sora, my best friend," she said introducing the boy to me; which my blonde 'boyfriend' never actually did.
"Aqua right?" He said giving a toothy smile, I nodded. "Thought so," He replied curtly. We were all getting acquainted and all, when Ven decided he should do the team a favour and actually do something for it.
He grinned, "I'll talk to you later, okay?" he says, and kissed my cheek lightly. I couldn't function for a few second, only staring at the direction his face went when he left that peck on my cheek.
Sora was snickering, and even if we only knew each other for a few minutes, I already casted him the first glare of the day. "I've heard a lot about you Aqua," he said stifling chuckles, "But I never thought he had it that bad for you." He laughed loudly this time.
I gave the brunet a light smile, "What made you say that?" I try to act cool when I asked, but it ended up more or less ... a taunt than a piqued question.
He shrugged and called his brother over, "What's up?" the blonde walked next to him, the girl with short black hair trailing not so far behind.
Sora gave me a cheekily smile, "Roxas—I'd like you to meet, the all too known Aqua." What's with the introduction? I grinned at the Ven-look-a-like, he had a smirk across his face, he and his brother exchanged looks and broke out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Kairi tapped my shoulder, and as I faced her she shook her head sighing.
She glances at the two laughing it up, "Don't even try to get what they're talking about. Your head would just hurt." I grinned at the redhead, and tried to look back on the field, but I noticed something, rather odd.
The girl that was with Roxas, she wasn't sitting near us or anything; she was standing right there but she didn't speak at all. I poked the redhead and leaned nearer, "Who's that?" I asked.
She took a pip at the girl, and smiled. "That's Xion ... I know her as Roxas's girlfriend, but... we don't really talk..." Oh, the girl's known cause of her boy. I suppose.
Roxas caught the look that we were giving the girl, and ran over to her, pushing her in front of us. The girl was locking eyes with the blonde, "Before we all get called for the team huddle," he stared at the flustered girl and chuckled. "At least try to be social and talk to my friends," the girl pouted and gave the blonde a nasty look before smacking him hard on the head.
"I was kidding!" he held his head in pain, we were all laughing, even the sleepy redhead beside me. I was smiling silently to myself, observing the two interact.
Not another minute later a whistle was blown, and both brothers bid their significant other's goodbye. One thing strikes me though, Roxas and Xion were officially going out, and all he gave her before the huddle was a smack on the head, Sora and Kairi—far as I know they're best friends turned lovers or so, but all she gave him was a threat and a smile. Why was it that I, who am not really in a relationship given a peck on the cheek? Something more couple-ish than what the two others gave.
So that's what he means by having it bad. Well, it's okay as long as the stupid plan's working. I grinned at how the two beside me were only fixated on watching the one's that brought them here. Xion was quietly watching over the team that was cheering out a team cheer or something just before the game would actually start. Kairi looked like she was going to pass out any minute, lack of sleep I wonder?
The game started, and I sat idly in silence on the benches with two people I barely know.
"Would it be betraying them if we sleep while they play?" Kairi asked breaking the silence we were in. Xion and I looked intently at the redhead, and giggled.
She voiced out first, smiling "I'm sure even if we left they wouldn't notice." Was she suggesting something? I thought inwardly.
I chuckled, "So … want to go for morning sea-salt ice cream?" I suggested.
That did the trick, the redhead was up and about, while the other just laughed as we took the money from the bags of those that dragged us here. It was a team effort after all; Xion implied on leaving, I suggested for ice cream, and Kairi offered the 'money' source. We snuck our way out of the field, and to the ice cream store at the 2nd district, and then back even before the refree calls for half-time. Boy, shuttles in the morning are a lot faster than they are during the day.
"Alright, good hustle! Good hustle! We're up by a point, thanks the new addition to the team," the team was huddling near the bench where we three sat at. The coach was yelling some positions, and plays that none of us understood a word of, not that we cared.
"So for now we'll mess the team's offense by making our midfielder heck of a lot faster, and good in dribbling the ball—that's you Sora! So listen don't stare off just cause your girl's here!" The brunet flushed and turned his attention back to the loud mouth coach. The two of us set our sights on the Kairi; her face turning the same shade of red as her hair.
"Midfielder, Sora. Left and rightfielders need to be good in assists and plays, they need to be in sync with the forward—I'm leaving that up to you two Gippal, Ven." there was a loud 'what the?' from the team; the three of us only listened in closer.
Gippal spoke; "Coach, wait a minute … if we're going offensive, why put Ven, our fastest forward, in rightfield?" the team could only murmur agreements; I tried to peer at the 'fastest forward' in the team.
I gasped, "I never saw him that serious before," I commented. The two stared into my direction, possibly wondering what made me say that.
"What do you mean?" Kairi said slurring through the rest of her ice cream.
I grinned, and kept my gaze on his face. "He's always kidding around, so whenever he gets serious—there's always that 'non-Ven' aura. See," I tried to point out to them, "when Ven get's a little too serious with things, the blue tint of his eyes just grows a little darker, and the light rush of blood across his face causes a very faint red to appear just across his cheeks."
Kairi was staring in awe, "Wow … you noticed that?" she said lightly. "I know Sora for a long time, but I never paid much attention to the little things he does." she stated.
Xion had a small smile on her face, "Is that how it is? To be in love, you notice every little thing about the person you care for most?" Her voice was innocent, I could hear no underlying message—this question was completely genuine.
I laughed lightly, "Well … I really wouldn't know, what love is." I said back, honest as any answer I could muster.
The two freshmen laughed, "What you just thought about what to say when you saw him?" They teased.
Somehow I blame the early morning ice cream for my honest streak, I truly do. "I guess I did." I said grinning at them both, we grew into the silence again and the back to listening in to the coach.
"So let's review the positions; keeper's Baralai, defenders are Arc and Luneth, rightfielder's Ven, leftfielder's Gippal, midfielder's Sora, and finally forward for the first time Roxas. I want support, I want assists—communicate out there! Especially mid and forward." The coach clapped his hands, and the team were once again were back on the field.
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"Hey, Aqua." I turned my attention to the redhead; she was eyeing the jersey I had on, and I thought nobody cared if I wore it. "How much did that jersey cost?"
I grimaced, "Well … I didn't buy it. Ven gave it to me this morning." she looked horrified, and so did Xion. "Wh-what?" I stammered, is there something wrong with the jersey of something?
"Well Ven's jersey shirt costs a lot, being the rookie of the year, and having a large fan-base, they decided to sell his jersey double the price." the quiet girl informed me.
I sighed, "Well... maybe he got it on discount, he is the 'owner' of the jersey." I reasoned, she shook her head and took out her phone. She started punching numbers on the flip phone and then showing me the results, "430 munny? It costs that much!?"
They nodded, "Even if the discount is real it's only going to be 15 percent of the original price, so it's 344. It's still a lot." She sighed.
Kairi grinned, "And it's practically sold out—well, the ones before were." She suddenly fell quiet. "You know, I haven't seen Ciel jerseys in stock lately; I mean you're wearing a new design that's close to the real thing, the ones for sale are just a normal cotton shirt with the name and number at the back." What are they trying to say? That he spent money on some custom made jersey that only I have? Why would he do that? For the bet? That's just going overboard, beside when will I ever wear this jersey again? I don't even play soccer. Track or Volley? But I have my own uniform for those.
"Hey! Aqua!" Kairi's loud screaming brought me back from my own barrage of questions. I stared at the girl for a while, trying to compensate for my loss of thought. "We won! We won!?" I looked through the crowd, and the scoreboard; 3 to 4 indeed we did win. All the cheering and the team cheering on Roxas's 'impossible' shot. I grinned, and cheered on too (it's better to have tried then not at all), the three of us jumping, and screaming our heads off. Suddenly Kairi grabbed Xion's and my wrist and started dragging us to the middle of the field; where the team were crowded over the forwards and fielders.
"Woohoo!! We're starting and ending the season with a clean win streak!" Shouted one from the crowd. Everyone's voice seemed to just mix, and the rowdy people we're just hugging each other for an innocent congratulatory gesture. Although … not that I felt unwanted but, Kairi and Xion got hugs from the rest of the team and the squad, I … well I was just there stand, frozen in the middle without even one stranger hug.
I was about to head back to the bench and let the little celebration disperse, when I felt arms wrap around my waist, and uneven breathing near my neck. "There you are! I've been looking all over for you." I twisted my body, and went face to face with him.
The grin across his face proved it; he planned something, and whatever it was, or even how maniacal it was it fell into place. The feeling over my stomach didn't waver; I just had the gut feeling it involved this jersey for some extent.
I smiled, "Good game?" he merely grinned; I laughed lightly, and decided to just ask him a little question. "Ven, what's the reason behind this jersey?" I asked in serious note.
He grimaced, "I told you. It's for the...." he trailed.
I shook my head and sighed, "So I'm just that unlikeable that I don't get hugs after the game like any other student?" It may seem shallow, but I do have a point to get at.
He raised his brow at the statement, "Well … I think I just hugged, you... doesn't that count?" he tried.
"Why do I have the feeling it has something to do with this jersey?" I insisted, he smiled lightly and explained in a very light voice that I couldn't hear since the crowd was just too noisy.
He began talking loudly, "Okay, so I set it up. I don't want anybody near you..." he said loud enough to get the attention of a few other near us in the crowd. "Are you mad?"
I smiled sweetly, "No. I love you too much," I hugged him tightly, I heard a couple of 'aww's and statements that confirmed our fake relationship. As low as my voice can go, "Nice touch with the jersey, so believable." I whispered.
"Hmm … fact still stands, you aren't allowed to hug anybody while we're together now." His tone wasn't the kidding one too, to some extent there was this protective aura about it that I just couldn't put my finger on. I pushed myself back, seeing his smirking face and that darker shade of azure in his eyes.
