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We sat on the couch, trying to decide what to play for an hour. We fought over Xbox or PlayStation before I suggested we play the Wii Mario Carts. That ended our fighting.

Mike kept picking the same place. It seemed he knew how to win only on that map.

"Mike, I will not play this map again. It's my turn to pick." I say trying to take first control from him to pick the map.

"Nope!"

Mike pushes me away. I shove him and reach for the control. We wrestled for a bit, before I jump on him and sit on him.

"Give me the control." I growl.

"You are very light." Mike stays quiet before he blushes.

I frown. Why did he turn red?

"What's wrong? You over heated?" I ask the boy.

"I'm just thinking of how we look right now." Mike answers.

I think for a bit also and gave a blush myself.

"You have a dirty mind." I say quickly getting off of him.

Mike does this weird laugh and hands over the control. He stays on the ground still red.

"Not getting up?" I ask.

"How did we end up on the ground?" He asks holding his head.

"We fell off the couch. Do you not remember?" I hold out my hand.

"I can have lost of memories if I hit my head." Mike takes my hand and pulls himself up.

"Oh... Why?"

"It's an old head wound. It was a car crash." Mike answers me.

I nod. "I'm sorry to hear that."

Mike sighs. Then smirks.

"Do you want pie?"

"We just ate."

"This pie will make you hungry just by looks."

"Is this just so I forget it's my turn to pick a road."

"Maybe."

We go get pie anyways.

...

I decided to take a nap.

Mike wouldn't allow me to sleep in the living, so I'm in his bed...

I have no clue why I agreed to sleep here. I didn't even try to say no.

This room smells like him.

I feel like a creep.

I'm sniffing his sheets and pillows that are around me. I just love the smell.

I sigh and look around the room.

Dresser. Closet that has the door a little bit open. A fan. A desk with a laptop. A plushie of a bear.

This room feels calm. It isn't that bad.

I feel like I want to stay in here.

I'm a fucking creep. This isn't my place. I shouldn't be this comfortable.

I hear the door open.

"Jeremy?" Mike's voice calls out. "Did you fall asleep yet?"

"No. I can't fall asleep." I sit up.

I look at Mike from the little bit of light coming in the room.

"It's dark out and I was wondering if you wanted to watch the meteor shower with me? It's rare because there will be a blood moon with it."

I feel blush coming. It seems like a date to me.

"S-Sure."

"You stuttered on that. You don't want to?"

"I want to go and watch it. I'm just... Thinking of how cold I'll be." I made something up.

"I can give you one of my hoodie or you can wear my school jacket. It's very thick and kept me warm in the winter." Mike walks in and turns on the light.

"My eyes! Next time a warning dude!" I yell as I rub my eyes.

He only laughs and goes to his closet. He pulls out a jacket and a hoodie. He tosses the jacket at me.

"Thanks." I get out of the bed and put it on.

"Don't start sniffing it." Mike laughs and leaves while my face light up from how embarrassed I am.

I follow after waiting a bit.

He... He knew I was smelling his stuff. How did he know?

I'm so embarrassed. I just liked how they smelled... And I was a creep smelling the blankets and pillows when I should have been sleeping.

Wait! H-How did he know?!

Was... Was he watching me?!

Once in the living room, we made eye contact...

We are both blushing...

Why is he blushing? Why?

"Y-You ready?" Mike was putting on boots.

"Just have to get my shoes." I say before they were tossed at me.

"We'll be walking up a hill. The one behind the house. I'll bring a blanket."

"I can make some food."

"And coffee?" He smiles at me.

I feel like my heart just exploded just by that smile.

"I'll make coffee if you want. Do... Do you want a big cup to sh... share?" I feel my face heat up more.

"Yes! I-I mean sure." Mike turns away from me.

I smile at the reaction. "Let's get to work then."

I head to the kitchen when he disappeared up stairs.

I stand at the counter making sandwiches, still very red.

I... I like him and now it's becoming a problem.

Or is it?

It doesn't seem that bad actually. I like the feelings, just not my face burning.

Does Mike notice how I'm acting? Does it reveal how I feel about him to him?

I think Mike's straight.

I thought I was too, but look at me now.

Look at me now.

I'm making food and a drank we are going to share. I agreed to do something I see as a date. I am actually having fun with him.

I bet I'm weird to everyone.

It all started happening right after we shared a cup of coffee. My special made coffee.

I just it is a love potion...