Crazy in Love

It had been two months since I had befriended Zeph.

And now I was madly in love with him.

Not a day would pass without me thinking about him.

Fantasizing everything that could be possible if only..

Making up fake scenarios in my head had become an everyday activity.

Listening to his favourite music and imagining us dancing together was a desire that'd probably be never fulfilled.

The only person I'd talk about would be him.

Nat and Alex were kinda tired of telling me to confess because I wouldn't budge.

The worst part of it all was that I couldn't focus even for a minute.

Anyway, me and Zeph had planned to watch a movie this evening. It was my turn to pick so I chose ' A quiet place'. I knew Zephyr hated horror movies so it'd be all the more fun to see his reactions. Besides, he didn't have a choice as it was my turn.

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" Are you scared," I asked him.

" No, I'm not," he replied as he clutched my hand tight.

" Then why are you holding my hand so tight?" I tried to release my hand from his grip but he was too strong.

" Because I like to. They're soft like a baby's hand," he said.

The movie started shortly. And boy, were his reactions priceless. I found his facial expressions more entertaining than the movie.

He even had to get a blanket halfway through with an excuse that he was feeling cold.

Every time there was a jump scare, he'd hide his face under the blanket and press my hand tighter. During one scene, he even let out a scream and denied it right after.

His eyes going wide whenever someone was close to danger and then relaxing when nothing happened was the cutest thing ever.

He even yelled at the TV screen once.

" Don't go there, stupid. Do you wanna die?"

I couldn't help but laugh.

(He was adorable. )

When the movie finally ended, he let out a sigh of relief.

(I could see him watching a horror movie all day long and still not get bored. )

" Did you like it?" I asked

" Yes, of course, I loved it," he said while taking off his blanket which covered half of his face.

(Lies.)

I lost it. I couldn't hold it back anymore. I burst out laughing.

" What is so funny?" He asked with a confused look on his face.

" Your expressions were priceless. You should've seen your face. Oh my god." I managed to say in the middle of my uncontrollable laughter.

" Don't laugh at me. Horror movies are scary," he said.

(That only made me laugh more. He finally admitted it. )

" Okay, you asked for it," he said while moving closer to me.

I didn't know what he meant by that. But before I could react, Zeph started tickling me.

All he had to do was touch and I would be in a fit of laughter. I was extremely ticklish and one touch anywhere on my body would do the trick.

He started tickling me on the side of my stomach, my feet and my neck.

" Stop it!" I said while laughing like a maniac.

"This is what you get for laughing at me," Zeph said while tickling me on my neck.

I tried to kick and punch him but he was on top of me and wouldn't even move.

(Wait, he was on top of me. )

As soon as I realised how it looked, I pushed him off with all of my strength and he fell off the couch.

" Hey, why did you do that?" He asked with a frown.

" You were too close," I said. My nose and cheeks had turned red with embarrassment.

" Oh! So you don't like me being so close to you," he asked, flashing his evil grin at me.

My eyes turned wide as I stared at him like an idiot.

" Looks like you're about to kill me. Relax, I'm just messing with you," he said while trying to suppress his laughter.

After a few minutes of silence Zeph spoke up.

" Can I ask you something?"

" Sure. Go ahead," I said.

" Why don't you try and give love a chance again? It's been a year since that douchehead. You can definitely try again so why don't you?" He made his way back on the couch and sat beside me. His gorgeous brown eyes looking at me intently waiting for an answer.

" Because I don't think anybody can like me for who I am," I answered.

" I like you," he said with a smile.

" Yes, but you like me only as a friend," I said while playing with the pillow on my lap.

" Who told you that I like you only as a friend?" he asked.

(What was happening? Was I dreaming? Was this for real? Did he really ask me that? )

My cheeks were flushed red and I could see him waiting for this opportunity to tease me again. But before he could say anything, I threw the pillow at his face.

(How to be embarrassing: A guide by Jennifer. )

(Why am I like this? )

" This is war," he said while grabbing the nearest pillow and hitting me with it.

The rest of the evening was spent pillow fighting and arguing over who gets to eat the last slice of pizza.

But all I could think of were his words. His words echoed in my head, creating chaos. Was he joking when he said that? Was he serious? Did he really like me back?