Boy Next Door chapter 2

So. Um. Chapter 2. That I wrote maybe a month ago of the "Boy Next Door". No plotline yet, but keep waiting. Actually, I don't know.  I'm not sure I'll finish it, but anyways, I need your thoughts! (Miguel) LOL.   // ALSO, Sorry if some parts say Ryan instead of Gabriel. 
**The original name was Ryan but it started to creep me out because one of my best friends name is Ryan 

Fluff alert! (For those who don't know what fluff is, It's basically little romantic gestures and mindless nothings that make you want to go AWWWWWW) Hahah ;) 

Chapter 2 

I sprinted all the way home and didn’t stop until I reached my bedroom. My bedroom is my sanctuary, my one place no one can disturb or tell me to leave. I actually helped design it. Lavender walls with white trim, my desk to the side, White bedspread with deep purple comforters covered with stuffed animals. My favourite part though? My mini balcony. It’s big enough to put a swing chair and a little table. One time, when I and Gabriel were about 10, we had this crazy idea to grow an hedge that weaved up the side of my balcony on a ladder that we grew vines around so I could sneak out whenever I wanted and hang out with him. It’s still there but it’s not as sturdy as it once was. 

My heart is beating and it feels like my pulse was electrified. I almost kissed Gabriel. Did I want to kiss him? Now that I think about it, I did. I really did and I have no idea where these dumb feelings came from and I hope they went away soon. I can’t erase that picture from my head; He looked almost … beautiful kind of like a straight Edward Cullen. 

Wait, What am I saying? HE.IS.JUST.MY.FRIEND.My best friend. I don’t want to risk our friendship for a dumb kiss. I know for a fact he’s never kissed anyone before. He dated a girl name Caroline but she cheated on him and broke his heart. Caroline is the kind of girl you’d love to have under your arm. She’s small, she’s pretty with the longest eyelashes and long black hair that fell into perfect ringlets and she’s the kind of girl who looked like she never ate anything and only requested salad, thus giving her perfect skin without a pimple in sight. She’s mean, and she’s manipulative but she can have the personality of an angel. Stupid Caroline, I hated her before but now I hate her with a passion for doing that. He’d never admit it but the day he caught her kissing another boy he came over to my house and cried. I hated it. I hated seeing him hurt. I hated her. I hated the whole situation. 

“Annika?” a voice interrupts my train of thought.

My mom stands at the doorway in a little black dress and I know my mom is going to go out dancing tonight. “Nikka? I’m going out for a bit. Watch Monica and Kathryn for me, alright?” she says. I nod and start to focus on my TV show. 

Jersey Shore. I know it’s complete trash and nothing good comes out of it but I love the drama that comes out of it. Sam and Ronni are kissing. Kissing is the last thing I want to think about. I change the channel to “A Walk To Remember”. Jamie and Landon are kissing. I change the channel. Aladdin. Aladdin and Jasmine are kissing. What the hell is this?! Is it like, “Torture Annika with kissing month”? Damnit, It’s the last thing I want to watch. Thank God Phineas and Ferb is on. Finally, A show with no kiss-Really? Jeremy and Candace are kissing. Well, Screw this shit. I turn off my TV and get ready to go to bed. Monica and Kathryn are somehow asleep and it’s only 9:00. 

I snuggle deep into my covers but all I can think about is him. Why can’t I stop thinking about him? Go to sleep. He’s a stupid boy. But no, I can’t sleep and go outside onto my balcony with my kumot in hand and my pillow. It’s surprisingly warm for a summer’s night. I lie in my swing chair and listen to the way the leaves whisper against the trees. Soon, I drift off to sleep. 

“Nikka? Annika?” someone is gently shaking me awake. 

I open my eyes and Gabriel stands there in his Chicago bull’s shirt and his basketball shorts I bought for his last birthday. What the hell is it about him that makes my heart beat faster like it’s continually pumping adrenaline into me? 

“Er- Um, What are you doing here?” I ask and I realize he’s staring at me weirdly and I soon remember that I’m wearing his red shirt that I borrowed but “lost” and short shorts that hide underneath the shirt. “Oh, Um. Your shirt… Right…” 

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyways” he chuckles. “I couldn’t sleep so I climbed up the ladder and I wanted to see if you were awake” 

I move over so he can sit with me, we sit in silence and you could hear a slight cricket chirp. The sky is still dark, with a million stars dusting the sky and it seems like you could reach out and just take them by the handful. It’s what I wanted to do. Collect them by the handful and place them carefully on my ceiling and watch them glow. 

“Annika… Can I tell you something?” I can see him blushing. I slowly nod, bracing myself for what I was about to hear. 

He takes a huge breath and stutters this out; “…Annika? I like you. I’ve liked you for so long. You’re cute, smart, funny and I just wanted you to know. I think you’re extraordinary. I started to feel this way before I started dating Caroline and I wanted to get rid of it. It just didn’t feel right, you know? Kind of like I was sick, but in a good way, I couldn’t stop these damn butterflies from appearing whenever I saw your face and it was driving me insane. I know you don’t feel the same way… but I just wanted you to know that” he says, as his voice trails behind him, ending in a whisper. 

I can’t believe he just said that. I almost can’t breathe. It’s hard and my mouth just can’t seem to function. Did he say what I thought he just said? Did he say he liked me or am I just imagining things? Worst of all, What do I do? What do I do? Or say? I don’t even know how to feel right now. Why can’t I just pick my feelings, and besides. Why me? I’m nothing special. Honestly, Why’d he choose ME? Now everything is going to be weird and it’ll be his fault (and mine too, for feeling the same way). Why couldn’t he keep his feelings to himself? What am I suppose to say? “I’m sorry but I don’t feel the same way?” I can’t hurt him. I couldn’t forgive myself if I did. Caroline hurt him enough.  … But what if I do feel the same way? What if I do like him like that? I think I do, but I can’t tell. 

Before I could answer, Gabriel had fallen asleep. That is so like him, to fall asleep on ME. Yeahup, his head is on my shoulder and he’s slightly smiling. Shouldn’t it be the other way? I guess it’s alright… but I can’t just leave him here. I shake him awake and giggle when he finally opens his eyes. 

“Hmm? Oh, Um. Oops” he says, blushing again. 

“Stupidface… you fell asleep and I can’t leave you alone. What would my parents think?” I say, with a smirk.

“Sleep with me!” he says in a whiny tone. 

Wait what. Did he actually just…

“No! Not sex, you dummy. I forgot my key and I’m stuck here” he says. I laugh and he blushes. 

Awh, He’s so adorable. I inch closer to him and he puts his arm around me. I lay my head on his chest and realize we fit well together. When it’s like this, I can’t help but love him. So… Maybe I do like him. I guess. But what about our friendship? Does it mean nothing to him? 

“Nikka…! I’m cooold” he whines with a smile on his lips. 

“You’re such a baby” I say, grabbing my blanket and wrapping it around us. 

“Ahah, Nikka, You’re too cute” he says, smiling as I stutter and try to find words to say. “You’re even cuter when you blush” he says, laughing. 

“Shut up!” I say, even though it sounds more like a squeal. If he’s going to play the “be cute with my best friend that I happened to confess that I like her” game, Then I can play it too. 

“Gabeee…. Sing me to sleep” I say, puffing my cheeks out in an attempt to look cross. 

He laughs, and starts to sing. “So beautiful, with those sparkling eyes…So Wonderful… I’d never ever cry…” he says as his harmony begins to meld with the words that were coming out in perfect pitches. 

For all time. By Albert Posis. It’s only my favourite song in the world, and Surprisingly, he’s not a bad singer… and somehow, I fall asleep in his arms, listening to him sing and the way the leaves whisper against the wind.

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Er- So. I need your thoughts about this and whether I should keep going with this or not. Or I could use a co-writer! ;)