That day had consisted of the same usual antics, and the chocobo ride lasted for hours, mostly because I ended up spooking the chocobo at times. I fell off maybe twice, and pushed Tidus off of his once. It sounds a little mean, but our sparring is more dangerous than this. Actually, sometimes Tidus and I can't even stand each other for more than a week and it comes to the point where we're wrestling on the floor and strangling each other. Normally, after we've beaten the crap out of each other, we sat on the couch and watch a movie until Tidus falls asleep. Then I have to put him in bed. Because of that, I end up knowing why his father calls him a baby.
"You're still watching TV?" Tidus came out, walking into the hallway, rubbing his hair with a towel. Wearing a baggy T-shirt and his boxer shorts, I caught myself eyeing him a little. I spaced out to the point where Tidus snapped, and I blinked.
"Taken with me?" He grinned, this having given him a secret enjoyment. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, and gave the same response I always gave when he made those comments.
"I'm not gay." I retorted as he strode over and plopped himself down on the couch. His attention turned towards the TV, as I flipped through channels. He stopped me when some cartoon came on. He was still immature, and still acted just like a kid. I left it on for him, my mind wandering as I started to think.
I felt pretty tired, and my legs hurt from balancing myself on the chocobo. I didn't realize how much muscle work went into it. Then I started thinking, "Does Tidus's legs hurt too?" I caught myself right before anything else. My eyes widened in realization, and if I hadn't already had the sunburn, I would be blushing a furious shade of visible red.
"I'm stepping outside..." I said quietly, walking around the couch as to not get in the way of Tidus watching his show. He let me; it was something that happened often. I stood in front of the door of the house for a few moments, leaning against the wall. For now I was watching the sunset. I closed my eyes in thought, something was bothering me.
Eventually, I came to the realization that maybe, just maybe, that Tidus would be the only guy I would probably consider… "touching."What was I thinking? I think maybe I had interesting intentions? Tidus had always been there, even when I didn't want him to be. So maybe I grew attached to him in… A different way. Maybe I could say, that I'm in love with him? No, maybe it's just a crush? I don't know how to feel about Tidus. Maybe I see him as a brother? No, I'm just confused… I'm not gay. I love him as a best friend, that's all. I'm not gay.
When I walked back inside Tidus fell asleep. Sighing, I rolled my eyes walking back into the living room and picking him up. I muttered a few words under my breath and took him into his room, setting him down on the bed. I walked out closing the door behind me. Making my way to the living room, settling down on the couch and flipping through channels once again until I fell asleep.