In Love With My Best Friend

-Short Introduction-

Another dream.

My best friend, um... let's call him Nicholas, came to my house for a visit. I wasn't really expecting him, because I thought that he was only joking when he said that he'd be coming over. Surprised as I was to see him, I still welcomed him in.
I introduced Nicholas to my family (parents, siblings, and grandfather), and he immediately formed a bond with them, especially with my father. It felt strange to me, because none of my friends ever formed a close bond with my family before.
My parents liked him for the reason that he was kind and humble, and that he had the same religion as us (excluding grand papa). Grandfather liked him for his mathematical and business skills.

Seeing that Nicholas was tired from his travel, I let him stay in my room to rest for a while. It didn't bother mother and father at all. They already trusted him when he came. But when they found out that he was my best friend they trusted him even more.
There we were in my room... alone. Just the two of us. And although he was my best friend, it felt to me awkward to be alone with a boy in my own room.
We were sitting apart from each other at both ends of my bed. Nicholas started moving closer and closer. As he was nearing me, I began to get nervous. My heart started pounding harder like a drum being beaten by a lunatic that I thought everyone in the house could hear it. Then my siblings came barging in (the little scoundrels) and dragged Nicholas outside with them. I decided to let my siblings have him for a while.

While Nicholas was with my siblings, I joined mother and father at the dinning table. We spoke about matters concerning school and other things that parents and their children usually talk about at dinner.
When I finished eating, I immediately went upstairs, instead of playing the piano like I always did after dinner, to see how things were going with the guys (Nicholas and my siblings). They were in front of the computer. I gave them a quick glance and started walking to my room. But just as my hand grasped the doorknob I realized what I saw. I went back to them and saw my little sister playing Counter-strike, a multi-player game that was really unfit for someone as young as my sister, like a pro. Apparently, Nicholas had taught my sister how to play. Seeing that nothing was really wrong, I went to my room.

"Huh?" I thought.

I was confused when I entered my room. Not because my room was more messed-up than before, but because of the fact that some of my classmates were there! To be more specific, the NEW JICKS (I'll quote you on this later). I asked "I" a question that didn't seem fit for the moment. Instead of asking her what they were doing there, I asked her this:

"Um... Do you think it was right for me to welcome Nicholas into my house?"
"You decide. It's your house. Why?" answered "I" with a very puzzled look on her face.
"Um... well, because he's in our living room." I said, flushed. Red patches started to appear on my face. I felt embarrassed. But I didn't know why I was.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I ran out of room to get away from the NEW JICKS.

In an instant, day turned into night. Nicholas was still at my house. I didn't want him to travel by night, because it wasn't safe and that he had a long way to go, so I decided to let him stay 'til tomorrow. The downside of this was that he had nowhere to sleep. Father told me that he should sleep with me in my room!

It felt very, very awkward to be lying next to a boy that wasn't a member of our family. My bed was small so we were close to each other. I was facing the wall, while he was facing my back. I'm not sure whether he was asleep or not, but I suddenly felt his hand clutching me. He pulled me closer to him. I felt like a teddy bear. Just then, my heart started beating faster and faster. I turned to him. My chest was on his. At that moment, I felt his heart beating with mine. I cuddled him and held him in my arms all night.

When I woke up, Nicholas was already getting ready to go home. But before that, we had breakfast. We were eating doughnuts (not much of a breakfast choice, but it was OK).
That morning, my siblings were with Nicholas again. I wasn't in a good mood, because I wanted to be with him before he left. Seeing that expression on my face, Nicholas approached me and fed me a mocha-icing doughnut. Some icing was on my nose, and I wiped it off. The two of us started laughing. Then there was silence. Nicholas looked at me and gave me a kiss.

It was time for him to go home. I bid him farewell. We hugged and kissed good-by, even if my family was there to see.

-End-


NEW JICKS is an acronym of the names of a group of girls in our class. There are other groups such as the SLAP JERK (girl group), GAMER (boy group), and B-COLD (boy group). I'm the Miss Independent of our class for the fact that I have no group.