Favor for a friend - Alana

I stood at the door of the house. It would be a while till Chase came out, knowing him he was probably just getting dressed now. Well, you do kind of get used to it after knowing someone for four years. It wasn't really his fault anyways, I made sure to get here early. It was obvious how important this event was to him, even though I'd never even bothered playing the game myself.

His sister was supposed to accompany him today, but her flight had been cancelled. I volunteered to take her position, but I can tell that Chase would've preferred his sister here instead.

I was here for a friend, to be his friend, but it wouldn't replace his sister who shared his love for this game.

A blast of air hit me as the door opened, I stumbled back out of surprise, tripping over the uneven stone flooring. My eyes grew wide as I fell back, arms flailing wildly, as my body toppled towards the stairs.

A hand gripped my arm and pulled me upwards, lifting me safely back onto the porch. I tried to slow my breathing as my heart beat quickened. Carefully I shifted my posture, making sure I was planted properly on the ground.

"Are you alright!?" I barely noticed Chase's question through my panic. My head jolted upwards to face him, the hair that had gathered over my eyes, falling back behind my ears. His face was stricken with shock and worry, and I tried not to blush out of embarrassment.

Hastily, I readjusted the crinkles that had formed at the ends of my jacket.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said with the most convincing smile I could muster.

He regarded me suspiciously, "Are you sure? That was a pretty close slip."

I laughed, "And that was a pretty good save as well."

"Don't make fun of me," he blushed, averting his gaze to the left.

"Hey, I wasn't trying to! You just saved me from a huge headache."

"I also probably saved you from coming with me as well," He muttered.

I gave him the most sincere look I could. "Hey I want to be here," I lied, "It'll be a lot of fun!"

*****

We found two seats in the bus, and hurriedly sat down, before they were taken. I slid onto the window seat, edging close towards the glass. I tended to get carsick and staring out windows always seemed to help subdue it.

Chase frowned at me, "You feeling carsick?"

I nodded in response, I tried to lift the edge of the glass in order to let in fresh air, but the frame seemed to be locked in. I leaned back in my chair resignedly. Noticing my efforts, Chase leaned over me and grabbed the edge of the window.

"Don't bother," I sighed, "It's stuck."

Raising a brow, he lifted the window with ease, letting the fresh air wash over me.

He grinned proudly, "Hope that's better."

"Yeah definitely," I said, grinning back, "So tell me a bit about this game of yours."