I clung on to his shirt and I felt him getting hot. My face was against his chest, and I could hear his heart palpitate, the fast pace of his heart matching with mine. He was with no doubt blushing and his body temperature felt above the clouds; it was skyrocketed.
I squeaked then lifted my head, I stared into his eyes behind his shades. Our faces were a mere three inches apart. He gave no hint of liking it but…Dave gave no hint of disgust. I only broke eye contact because I didn't want to cough in his face, that would have been gross.
My hand was held to my face, and I stopped, and stuttered, "I-I'm sorry-"
Dave backed away a little and I backed away a bit in response. Dave sat against the wall. My 'friend' wasn't looking at me. He had his arms around himself, his face was red like his sleeves. I slowly leaned away and sat upright. My mind was screaming, and my body was singing along with it. I was embarrassed and ashamed. Why would I? Would I of….?
Leaning back a little more, I started to rock back and forth; my chest filling with anxiety.
'Oh, John look what you have done!' I was telling myself continuing, 'Look how he reacted, dang it you should of cleaned your room. Oh John. Oh dear.'
I hadn't even thought it was possible for my heart to get faster, but it did. I felt a little lightheaded I tilted back to lay down. Suddenly, I was looking up at the ceiling. Dave was instantly sitting next to me, but I couldn't determinate what was going on.
Coughing, I then questioned, "What-"
Dave didn't look like himself, meshing into the wall. Wait- What? He is here, I am here. Stop it John. This is not okay. What the hell is happening? One moment too close and now it felt like Dave wasn't close enough.
Snapping back to reality, I then sat up slowly. I scanned the room, and it seemed odd somehow, like something changed. My glance met Dave's eyes, and we suddenly made eye contact. Of course, his shades were on. I could feel a glare of daggers behind his "cool" sunglasses.
"Dude get in the fricking bed right now." Dave grumbled, then pointed at the bed. His head was down, and he looked furious. Gulping, I stood up and gradually made my way to the bed.
My body was screaming at me and I was feeling lightheaded.
I lifted the covers, and laid under them, then put them back on myself. The moment my head hit the pillow I felt ultra-tired. I stared at Dave with eyes full of terror as he sat there with his head down, looking at the floor.
In all the years of our friendship, he has never done this. I was scared.
"Dave?" I asked, beneficially trying not to get him angry. Dave righted himself in a Strider fashion, then pulled a chair and sat on it, next to the bed.
"John" Dave said then paused and stared at me.
"Yea?" I asked shakily.