Chapter 10
I have never been in Evans house before, so of course I gasped when I first stepped into his house. My first thought was, 'I wonder who keeps all of the house so neat?' I was surprised when he lead me up the stairs, I paused.
"Where are we going?" I whispered with a shaky voice. Making sure that no one else woke up because of my voice.
"Up stairs to my room? Where else would we go?" he said with a totally perplexed look on his face.
"Well, we could go into the living room, or the kitchen. I mean, I'm not one of your guy friends who is comfortable with going up to your room," I said feeling a warm blush creep gently over my face.
"Oh," was all he could manage before he could process all of what I just said. Then when realization dawned on him he started blushing slightly as well.
Five minutes later we were still in the same position, Evan half way up the stairs and me on the landing of the main floor looking up at him. I cleared my throat, looked down at my shoes and said silently to my self, "I should just go," apprentaly I didn't say it quietly enough because Evan said 'No, you can stay' as quietly as I did. It almost sounded like he was yelling though because of how silent it was in the house.
I found myself slipping in one of those slippery kitchen chairs only a few minutes after the awkward silence Evan and I exchanged. "How do you even sit in these chairs?" I asked jokingly and also just to fill the still awkward silence that was being exchanged and probably would be going on for as long as I stay in his house.
"Well, to begin with. Number one, you have to stand with the back of your knees touching the tip of the chair," he began, and I was sort of lost because for a few second I forgot that I even asked him how to sit in one of the kitchen chairs. I was joking like I said, but he seemed to take this question very seriously. I let out a little growl of laughter at him taking this ever so seriously. "Second," he said ignoring my little growl of laughter, "you start by bending your knees and go down in a squatting position until your butt hits the back of the chair. Third, you slid all the way back in the chair and then relax. Pretty simple really. Now you try," he concluded looking expectantly at me. Still stuck on his instructions of sitting down it took me a while to process why he was looking at me like he was. "Well, you going to try sitting down?"
I looked down at him, and realized that he was sitting in my chair. I just stared at him trying to signal for him to move out of 'my' seat so I could try doing the process my self.
"What?" he said looking amused
"Well, I can't sit unless your out of 'my' seat"
"What's wrong with trying to sit down on top of someone? Have you never done it before?"
"No," I said looking sheepishly at him with yet another blush creeping up from my toes all the way up to my face.
"Well, you can try it with me. Come on, sit on my lap," I didn't know how he said something like that without embarrassing himself to death.
So, I followed his instructions, and sat down on his lap. It was way more comfortable than I thought it would be. It was so comfortable that I found my self leaning my head back on his chest. He out of instinct wrapped his arm around me and we just sat like that for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes.