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I should not have gone over there. What was I thinking? I have just left his house and walked to my car. It was an enjoyable evening with a long goodbye. However living the world that we created for the two of us, makes reality hit. This is not my boyfriend, but I’m acting like he is. He treats me like a girlfriend. I am caught up in that happy bliss, but then I’m reminded that he does not like me nor would he want to date me.

Subtle right? I’m an idiot. Or could this become something in the end? This is dangerous territory to be in. I never thought I would be one of these guys that would like a guy treat me this way without any commitment. I judged these girls. I thought these girls were stupid. I am not this girl.

It’s so typical to think that guys do not think of the consequences of their actions. It’s true. After the first incident of this I said I wanted him out of my life. What changed? It just made his actions and treatment of me okay. Why condone this behavior.

I should probably start my car and drive away instead of debating all of this in front of his house. I start driving and it’s almost like driving from his house with the windy roads and constant stop signs. Like this is going to be confusing territory with stops along the way. One is an exit while one with send you to the confusing back roads where you’ll be trapped. Literally, taking the wrong turn around here sends you in multiple exits with what seems like no way out.

Ridiculous. I now make it to the main road and know it’s easy left turn and straight venture home. Sure there are a few stops and windy roads but not what I just left. Its funny, the further I am from him things are more laid out, there seems to be some sort of plan. Then the closer I get, it’s like I basic thinking is a challenging. Even knowing that makes it difficult to make this turn home.

“Screw it.” I turn and head home to get in my pajamas and curl up in bed reminiscing this night and knowing it was the wrong decision.

“Am I being ridiculous?” I’m over his house and memories of what we have been doing have been racing through my mind. The cuddling, handholding. kissing, just all of it.

“Being ridiculous?” He just answered confused pulling his arm arm in tighter around my waist and we’re laying on our sides on the couch.

“Yeah.” My hips slightly rock back into him. This is a difficult territory for us cause me moving back lifts his shirt a little making him get excited and his hand moves to begin to rub my leg. All thoughts escape me.

His other arm that I’m using as a pillow he using to then move the hair away from my neck as he kisses it. I move to lay on my back as he moves on top of me kissing my neck, along my jawline, the teasing along my lips.

“Rachel where have you been?” I’m sitting in my chair with a book in hand and unsure of why someone is asking me that when it seems that I have been here for hours.

“Well, right here.”

“Thanks. That’s not obvious. I feel like I haven’t seen you for days though. What’s been going on?” Gen does look genuinely interested.

“Nothing really.” I begin to put my book down and shrug off the question. “What about with you?”

“No way. Your not getting out like that. I have to hear from someone else that a certain someone made you dinner.”

“Oh that? Honestly nothing serious. I wouldn’t consider it anything.”

“Well that’s depressing. Why are you even wasting your time with it?”

“I don’t think it’s wasting my time.” I don’t. I enjoy the time we spend together but if everything is going to be summed up to how it all looks, it looks like we are interested in one another but all this kid tells me is how he doesn’t like me or want to date me. How can I tell Gen that? That will just prove her point that I’m wasting my time. Maybe I am. That’s for me to realize though.

“Okay, well if your not wasting you time, then. I don’t know that’s your opinion of things. If you don’t think you are then what am I to say differently. Just remember to keep your options open and don’t be closed off to someone.”

Yeah, that’s easier said than done.

The next day we continue to talk as always. Forgetting the past and starting fresh. We continued to speak in our tangential way. Making plans to hang out or seeing what was going on. This is how our days would be spent. Talking all day long in this other cyber world. This seems normal right? To me it did anyway. Almost a routine or habit. People thought we were dating, honestly they did. Isn’t that what anyone would think? To be honest with you at times I thought it myself. But, there was nothing romantic, or well I should say he wasn’t romantic. We would simply sit and do whatever the plans were, it came off as being completely platonic.

The time spent together was no small thing. It is time and energy that your putting into a person. This person, that yes. They are your friend, but you’ve got to wonder if there is more to it all. Moments that it is just the two of you making the plans. Then it would become me not just making the plans. This is how June went on, then July came. After days spent of it just being the two of us, I could not image another world. It was simply days spent together. If there was any free moment we would spend them together. 

“Are you coming over for dinner?”

I know we have plans together but what does he mean by dinner? “Dinner?”

“Yeah, I asked you to come over because I’d have the house to myself so I thought you could come over and I would cook us dinner.” He says this as he casually walks past me. I can easily think this is him being flirtatious right?

“I suppose I can do that.” He then pulls me into him and I nuzzle into him on the couch. This is a place I have become comfortable and enjoy being here. I accept this thought and instantly wish I didn’t think it. Not only that, but that I was okay with it. I should not be okay with this thought. Especially in this moment. I can feel my body tense up against his. I know he can sense it. His body slightly adjusts to make it better but this does not help it.

“You okay?”

“Umm yeah. I’m going to grab a drink. Want anything?” I stand while saying this and heading to the steps to get to the kitchen.

“I’m good.” He just continues to rest his arm on the couch seeming completely casual. Obviously I am the crazy one who is over thinking this. Right? That’s all this is. I manage to give an awkward smile as I make my way up the steps. I believe I am keeping my thoughts in my head to myself but I am honestly not sure. Hopefully they’re not slipping. “Forgetting something?” I stop mid step going up the stairs.

“What?”

“Your glass.”

“Oh. Right. Thanks.” Another awkward smile and I go slowly up the stairs. I move to the fridge and my hand is on the handle and all I can do is stare at it. Should I actually get the drink which will keep me here longer, watching whatever it is we are watching and have his arm around me, or quickly gulp down the last of my drink and make up some excuse for why I have to leave? The smart thing to do would be to leave. Is that what I do? No.

“So what are you doing up there?” I hear him downstairs and it pulls me back into the moment to know I am still staring at the fridge and haven’t moved for at least three minutes.

“Oh sorry I got distracted.”

“Way to be. Will you just get down here?”

“Demanding much?”

“No. Would you please come back down here.” I can’t help but give a small smile and slightly hop to start making my way down. I leave the glass and completely forget about getting a drink or even leaving. Why would I want to leave? I come around the couch and just fall down on it and I’m back in his arms. His arms seems to just fit perfectly. Like this is where I am meant to be.