So ever since Noah and I spilled our not-so-secret secrets to each other, we both felt closer somehow. I think it's just the...I dunno...almost free feeling that comes with letting someone in deeper than you've ever let someone in before.
Wow that sounded sexual.
Well I meant to say in an entirely un-sexual way was I just all-around appreciate Noah more. He was already my best friend, but now he's like...my super best friend. You feel me? Probably not. Whatever.
Noah actually started coming to my house, which surprised me at the start, but hey, I'd never complain about spending more time with my best friend. Who would? He started opening up more. Voicing more of his thoughts, telling me more about his life, and more about him in general. I really liked it. I've never had someone confiding in me before.
I couldn't help but feel like I knew everything there was to know about Noah. But as usual, the universe loves to prove me wrong.
"Friggin' Noah! How the hell are you this good?!" He beat me the tenth time in a row.
"You'll never know my secrets!" Another combo for another win, making the score eleven to none.
I dropped my controller and rolled over on my back, groaning. "I give up. Seriously, you said you'd never played this Mortal Kombat before. How do you already know all the combos?"
He laughed at me, "Just because I've never played it before doesn't mean I'll allow you to beat me." I raised an eyebrow. "When you mentioned you were bringing it, I read up on the combos before you got here. Maybe you should have left it a surprise."
I rolled back over. "Hey! That's cheating!"
He rolled his eyes. "Please. Cheating is bringing over a game I've never played but you have." He shut the console off. "I'm smarter than you give me credit for."
Pout time. "Can't you just be nice and let me win just one time?" Arms crossed.
He laughed a little. "Heh, I don't have to let you win, you're not my girlfriend."
"Don't even like girls..." I muddered.
Sudden glare. "I heard that." Uh oh. Play innocent.
"Heard whaaaaat?~" No eye contact.
"You know what." He was good at lowering his voice to sound serious, but I can read him well enough to know that his tone was still pretty light.
"Uhhhhhh..." Change the subject. Change the subject. Change the...okay how do you immediately drop a conversation and lighten a mood at the same time...? I could always...YES. "TICKLE FIGHT!" I suddenly tackled Noah, who happened to be on his bed. While mentally crossing my fingers that no one walk in on this.
Tickle fights are totally manly, okay? Nothing you say can convince me otherwise.
Noah barely laughs in front of other people. He usually just smirks in vague amusement. However, he's definitely the opposite when he's being tickled. Which I find hilarious, because he's actually really, really ticklish. He frickin' giggles like a nine-year-old girl.
It was all fun and tickles until I awkwardly stopped when I realized that not only was I on top of him, I had him completely pinned to his twin-sized bed.
And we were home alone.
I felt my face heat up, from embarrassment, I think. I wasn't sure what to do. I just froze and blanked out and oh man I must look like a weirdo all awkward and frozen and staring and oh god I'm stupid I need to move Noah please shove me off of you right now.
"Uh...dude, you okay, Cody?" Concern. Okay. Better than weirded out. Much better. Still not what I want though. "Um...this is getting increasingly awkward by the second, Codester." he pushed me off, but at least he wasn't rough or a dick about it.
But why didn't I move myself? Why was I so frickin' stupid? I dunno. I should probably say something..."Sorry heh heh...I guess I kinda spaced out." I hadn't even minded that he had pushed me off the bed completely and onto the floor. It didn't really hurt...much.
He put his legs over the side as he sat up. "Yeah, sure, honey. Because all guys turn red as my sweatervest when they space. What gives?" Always sees right through me.
"I uh...I dunno. Maybe I'm sick..." I think it was starting to happen again.
"Hey Cody, you're doing that thing again." I could tell he was really amused by this whole thing. He had his hand on his face, leaning towards me slightly. "I don't think so." Added smirk.
"Well...I do!" I protested. Hot now, definitely hot. Fever. FEVER. YEP.
He moved his hand from his face to touch my cheek. Worse. Definitely worse. "Hmmm...you are a little on the warm side. If you really think it's a fever, then maybe you should go home." I was more concerned about the going home part, than the so-called fever. Moved my face away.
"Maybe...I should." I wasn't up for arguing. I just wanted to leave. I felt weird. I took my game out of the xbox, since it was obvious we wouldn't be playing it together again soon, and grabbed my backpack. Noah was now relaxing on his back, arms behind his head.
"...still don't think it's a fever." Noah muddered. I heard him. He knows I heard him. The freakin' world knows I heard him. But I wasn't going to say a word. I closed the door on my way out.
I walked home, feeling better the moment I left Noah's. However, my thoughts were racing pretty badly.
What the hell was my problem today. I've never had any problems with him. What he said just made it worse and I didn't really know what to think. But at the same time, I'm pretty sure I knew the answer to my own question, and was just a little too scared to admit it, even to myself.
I think I like him.
So a million and a half apologies that it took this long. I didn't have any ideas for a while. I know, I should have pre-written. But at least I have loose ideas of chapter 3. Thanks for sticking around, and thanks for reading.
