p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"As the hours go by, Dustin keeps putting on new movies. I really want the boys to leave so I can talk to /"hey, Mike, should you be packing for your family's vacation?" I /"Oh shit, SHIT! I should've been packing a long time ago! We're leaving at 6 am!" he yellsbr /I notice El flinches and moves away from mike when he raised his voice. I feel bad for her, I know what it's /"Shit, I'm sorry El. I didn't mean to yell" he says, apologeticbr /He goes over and hugs her, "Hey, I'll be back in 2 weeks. it's not that long." br /"I'll miss you though" she whines br /he touches the side of her face and pulls her into a kiss, which quickly turns into a make out session. br /"come on you guys, Max and I don't want to see that!" Dustin says, then he makes gagging noises. br /"let's go Mike, I'll help you pack." after kissing El one more time he gets up and follows Dustin out the basement door. A few minutes later, we hear the front door open and /"Can we watch a soap opera!?" El asks ecstatically. br /"Sure!"br /She put on a soap opera and is entirely engrossed in it. br /come on… I tell myself. You can do this. Just get a little closer...br /but before I can work up the courage, El picks the blanket up off the floor and puts it on both of us, then she scoots closer and tucks her head on my /She must feel my body tense up. She sits up and looks up at /"Wait, was that not okay? Mike said I need to work on boundaries and personal space." She looks up at me with her big brown eyes and I feel my insides /"Um... yeah that's fine, that's what friends do."br /Satisfied, she moves even closer to me, her hips press on my stomach and her head is on my shoulder. I am very aware that her hair smells like lemons and vanilla, an odd scent for shampoo but I like it. After wiggling around to get comfortable, she rests her warm hand on my chest, just above my shirt collar. br /"Max?" she says after a /"yeah?"br /"why do you look like Mike at the snowball?"br /"w-what do you mean?"br /"I mean your face is red, and your heart is beating fast."br /"um..." I have to find a way to get out of /"how about I make you some eggos"br /Completely forgetting our conversation, her face lights /"yes!" br /"Want to come with me?" I askbr /Without answering, she gets up and follows me up the stairs./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"I put a few Eggos In the /"do you want whipped cream and jelly beans?" I ask herbr /"of course!"br /I take the Eggos out of the toaster and I start spraying whipped cream on them, but the spout breaks and whipped cream flies all in my face br /El starts laughing. br /"Hey! You think this is funny?"br /I scoop up some whipped cream and toss it at her face and it becomes a sticky mess in her /"Look what you did" she exclaims, trying to be stern, but ends up laughing /She gets off the bar stool and flicks some whipped cream on my face. I laugh and get some paper towels and start wiping my face and I hand her some. I get cleaned off and pour some maple syrup on the waffles. br /We sit in silence while I cut them, until she suddenly gets up and grabs a napkin. br /"you missed a spot of whipped cream" br /She grabs my shoulder and stands on her tiptoes as she wipes a spot of whipped cream off my neck. I turn my face around and our faces are 4 inches apart. I know this is wrong, and I know I should stop this, but I can't and she's leaning in closer and closer…/p