The next morning I woke up to the smell of cinnamon buns and bacon. It took a minute to register where I was, but when I saw Lucas' sweatshirt and boxers, I immediately remembered the night before. I'd been right, they did look better on me- but they looked even better on his floor. I wrapped myself in the soft fleece blanket from his bed, and headed to meet him in the kitchen.
He smiled when he saw me, and I couldn't help but smile back. He looked damn good, with his shirt off, his hair all messy, and his eyes gleaming mischievously. Plus, he was making me breakfast, which is always hot.
"Howdy, partner," I greeted him.
"Morning sunshine," he replied, "I didn't think you'd ever wake up. Or did you drown in your own spit?"
"Alright, enough of that," I said, secretly glad he wasn't being all weird about this. Just because we slept together doesn't mean we were doing to, like, date or anything. We've both slept with more than a few people we weren't necessarily dating, there's nothing wrong with it, in my humble opinion.
"Actually, I was surprised to find you at all this morning," he admitted with a boyish smile, "Word in the locker room is you don't do sleepovers. I especially enjoyed the cuddling. Didn't expect it, but I definitely liked it."
"Listen," I said, "I slept 'cause I was tired. And any cuddling that occurred was subconsciously, believe me."
"So, sorta like a 'your body wants my body' kinda thing?" he said, vainly. He even flexed.
"Probably more like a 'you were hogging all the blankets' kinda thing," I corrected him.
"So was it conscious or subconscious?" he asked, "Just admit it, Maya, you totally want me."
"You weren't bad," I allowed, "And at least you didn't do anything totally gross."
"Nothing totally gross?" he asked, "That's the best you can say?"
"I mean, if you think you can do better," I hesitated, before suggesting, "We could go for a round two."
"You love me, Hart," he said, with a shit eating grin.
"Whatever, Cowboy," she said, taking a cinnamon bun and eating it before headed back to his bedroom. He followed her eagerly, and they did resurface until much later that afternoon.
On the other side of subway stop, a boy and a girl woke up from an uncomfortable night sleeping on the couch. They'd fallen asleep watching their favorite movie, The Princess Bride. Turns out they actually weren't ready to take the next step, even though they were totally in love with each other. Even though we four are best friends, we're all pretty different.
Riley and Farkle are more in touch emotionally than they are physically, whereas Cowboy and I, well maybe we needed to get passed that first step before we, okay, mostly just me, could get into that lovey-dovey nonsense that came so easily to our more trusting friends.
But over time, maybe in a month, maybe in a year, maybe in ten years, we'd all be ready. They'd finally 'do the deed' and I'd eventually open my heart to love. Cowboy will either pursue me or give me space, but either way I'll probably end up falling for him. They say it's a thin line between love and hate, and nobody pushes my buttons quite like Ol' Ranger Rick. Plus, I like stealing his sweatshirts.