With you, it’s different

Luc's POV

"Lucas, you are wet."

"Huh?" I glimpse at her; noticing how her hazel eyes meet symmetrically with her heart-shaped lips slightly parted. 'Her eyes. . .'

Trimming my eyes back on the road I say, "Don't worry about that."

"Dude this isn't fine. You are sensitive to cold. Remember?" In one swift move, she loosenes her belt and turns to me with the towel. And as she nears some strange stirrings started occurring in me. Is this what they call having butterflies?

Her fingers brush against my hair, as she softly rubs it with the towel. Her gentle touches accompanied by her sweet unique smell, makes something big stir in me. Like dragon battles, which I didn't believe in before but I guess I was wrong. They do exist, and I am feeling it more vividly with each passing day, they have really started to show.

I glance at her briefly and catch her staring at me too. I wonder if she feels anything when she is this close to me. Do I ever make her go crazy the way she makes me go insane?

Darting my eyes back on the road, I fight with a husky voice as I say, "Lisa—stop."

I feel her fingers halt; her gaze on me again. "You wanna fall sick and miss classes?"

I sigh, internally cursing all heavenly clouds and stars and cupid masters whoever's made me turn this way. And then I glance at the oblivious girl, who doesn't even know how she's controlling my heart, making it beat so fast.

'Why do I get like this...with you?'

Trailing her eyes back at me, she scrunches her brows, contemplating something; but before I could understand she shows her gaze to the window behind me. "The rain stopped."

Slowly pressing the brakes, I follow her gaze. Indeed it stopped, just a few splatters were dropping slowly.

"And we have reached." Saying that I look behind, stretching myself to extend my arms to reach the back of the jeep.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for an umbrella," I say, unbuckling my belt to go back and search for it.

"Dude we don't need it. We can just run inside." Lisa nudges, "We were already drenched in the heavy rain."

"That's why I don't want us to get wet again."

She looks at me and says, matter-of-factly, "It's not even raining that hard anymore Luc. Let's go." Before getting down.

As we walk inside KFC, she faces me; hugging her stomach with both her hands she giggles, "I needed this so bad."

Chuckling I say, "I know," smoothering her hair, we walk to the right corner, towards the counter.

"Let's order first."

"Sure sure."

When we walk to the counter, a guy asks. "May I take your order please?"

"Yeah umm, we'll have everything from meals 6 and 7. And one chicken salad."

"Okay sir," Typing on his tablet he says, "Any beverages?"

"One blueberry and one mocha krusher. Both of them will have no ice."

Suddenly Lisa interrupts, and says "Both of them will have ice, extra ice."

"Lis-"

"Shh," She stares at me, extending her hand. "Krushers are no fun without ice."

"There won't be any ice," I look at the cashier. And then back at her. "You want to catch a nasty fever?"

"Sorry, about this," Lisaa looks at the cashier, smiling she says "But there will be extra ice."

"No–"

"Yes," she stares back at me.

"You can't have ice, Lisa." I sigh.

"Nor can't you," humping, she says making a face I just can't deny to.

Shrugging my shoulders, I sigh. "Seriously this is insane," I mutter.

"Huh?"

Glancing down at her cute little face, suddenly a burning sensation lightens itself in me. I can feel heat spreading through my cheeks, down to my ears. "Ahm–" coughing a little I look away from her, and say to the cashier, "Please lower the ices."

"What? Yay–" Before she can see my absurd look, I turn away from her. But from behind me, I can feel her giddily jumping around, following me. 'She's such a kid at heart.' And yet again, some strange yet familiar warmth covered my heart. It's always like this whenever I am with her. 'Hah, I am going crazy, aren't I.'

"Wait, Luc."

"What?" I turn around and see her staring at me, scrutinizingly.

"Why is your neck red?"

"Oh ahm—" Before I could form an answer she tilts my face to her completely, making me bend a little. "Your whole face is going red." Her voice was tinged with worry, and distraught eyes stare at me, wide open. "What's wrong, do you have a fever?" She outstretches her arms, placing her palm on my forehead. "You okay?"

"Repulsion is hard," I whisper, expressing an exasperated sigh.

"Huh?"

Drawing her hand off my head, I say ruffling my hair again. "It's—it's nothing. I am fine."

"But you are turning red."

"Perhaps it's for of the rain. It's nothing serious." Why do I always make a fool out of myself when I am in front of you? It doesn't happen anywhere else; in any other aspect of my life. "You–" I stare at her. 'Why do you have such an effect on me?'