~12-Jamie And I~

I don't know what happened or how we  ended up like this but a few hours later, we're both sitting in my living room-lights turned off, orange juice and potato chips in my hand, a weird red drink in his hand,  watching TV like old friends.

It's commercial break and a toothpaste commercial is on.

I take this as my que to talk to Jamie.

I throw some potato chips in my mouth and munch quickly then swallow before starting.

"Um..Jamie, I'm really sorry for the way I behaved towards you a while ago" I apologize "I guess, I was just still upset with you so it just...I don't know, happened"

"Why were you upset with me though?" He asks softly

I run through the files in my head for a suitable reason but I come up with absolutely nothing.

"I..I don't know" I confess, throwing more potato chips in my mouth so I won't have to say anything else

"So you were mad at me for no reason then you got me mad at you then you felt really guilty?" He says, amusement clear in his tone.

I nod and his lips twitch upwards in amusement.

"You see..I've not really been laughed at in years..where I came from, everyone fears me" I admit "I think I just need some time to time to adjust and get used to the normal things"

I make air quotes around 'normal things'.

I throw more chips in my mouth and look down at my fingers in my lap.

"Fear you?" He asks in amused surprise.

"You'll be surprised at how vicious I can be" I flush.

I'm glad there's no light in here but the dim light from the TV so my red face stays perfectly hidden.

He laughs "You? Vicious? I don't see that happening"

It's a hearty sound that makes my lips curve into a reluctant smile.

"Trust me, you don't want to get on my bad side" I say in conviction.

He nods and continues his laughter.

"So, I heard you're a lecturer" I decide to change the subject.

He shrugs in response.

"I'm curious, how did you achieve that so early.. You're 17 right?" I ask because honestly I'm envious.

I thought I was smart because I have 24 hours in a day..I study easily without sleep getting in the way, I don't get tired but meeting someone who's a lecturer at 17 just makes me feel..I don't know, less smart.

"Yup, I'm 17" he chose to respond to only the last part of my question.

"Most kids your age ain't even done with High School, how did you do it so fast?" I scowl at him.

"The movie's back on" he says, moving his gaze back to the movie.

"Come on, Jamie" I sound like a whiny child but I don't even care. 

I need that answer

"My education history is not something I like to discuss" he tells me and I roll my eyes at him.

"I noticed" I mutter "..but please I need this"

"Why?" He asks, vaguely surprised

"I..I don't know" I admit "Maybe I'm envious?"

"Of what?" He furrows his brows and I have this weird urge to smoothen it out with a kiss.

What??

What am I thinking? 

"Just tell me, please" I pout

"Um..yeah, okay, the answer..Summer classes, Night classes, Extra curricular activities" He mutters dryly.

"Oh" I mumble "Must have sucked to you"

"I wanted out of school fast and I did everything it took" he shrugs

"Oh OK" I whisper in response

I didn't know it was possible to do that.

If that was all it took, I could have gotten out of high school a long time ago and maybe I'd have finished college too.

He's only human, I'm a jinxed human and yet he did better than me.

I feel so ashamed of myself.

We continue the movie in silence.

And this is how my friendship with Jamie begins.

We stay like this talking during commercials, laughing together at stuff in the movie, him cracking jokes about stuff in the movie...I'm gonna stop now, you know what goes.

I don't know how long it's been and frankly I don't really care.

My phone rings but it's on the couch at the other side..too far.

I'm too lazy to stand up, I stretch my hand lazily towards it even though I know it's too far to reach.

"Jamie" I call sweetly "could you help me get my phone?"

"No" he says simply.

I turn to him and pout "please"

The phone's stopped ringing by now.

"It's right next to you" he looks at me in a weird way.

"No, it's not" I argue "It's all the way over..."

I'm shut up when I turn to point at it and notice that it's no longer on the other couch, it's right here..next to me, as he said.

"Jamie" I drawl "what did you do?"

"Me?" He exclaims "What could I have done?"

I look from him back to the phone which is still next to me.

"You know what? I think you just need some sleep, you're obviously tired" he informs.

"No, I'm fine. I know for a fact that it was way over there and now, it's...here" I say, more to myself than to him as my brows furrow in confusion.

"You need sleep" he repeats

I stay quiet.

I know I don't need sleep because I don't sleep and I never need sleep.

Some weird sh*t just happened and I'm a little freaked out by it.

"God, it's 4 in the morning" he whisper-yells as the light from his phone spotlights his face.

His perfect features come to sight. His perfect brows, his structured jaw and his plush lips-oh those lips look so perfect for kissing.

"Get some sleep, Danielle" he says quietly as he gets up to leave, giving me a small kiss as he does so.

"Who told you my name's Danielle?" I ask in a hushed whisper, I'm still freaked out about whatever sorcery happened tonight.

"Uh..there's not much to figure out, you're a girl so..Danny's short for Danielle. Any five year old child would easily figure it out" he shrugs.

"Well, there's Daniella, Danna.." I trail off, shrugging nonchalantly.

"You just looked like Danielle to me, I guess" he shrugs, leaning on the edge of the couch.

"Oh, well, as a favour, could you not call me Danielle" I plead

"What should I call you then?" He sounds confused but amused too.

Is everything I do amusing to him?

"Danny, like everyone else" I say dryly

"Why?" 

"Uh..because I said so" I roll my eyes at him but I'm not sure he can see me, as the room is only lit by the TV.

"I'm not one for taking orders" he says wryly "I thought you'd have figured that bit out"

"Well, I don't want you calling me Danielle" I groan "it's my name"

"Well, I'm calling you what I want" he mutters

"I'll just ignore you then" 

"You won't be able to" he challenges

"Is that a challenge, Mr. Johnson?" I ask, already feeling challenged

"What do you think, Ms. Sanchez?" He answers my question with a question for his own as he leans forward.

"I think it is" I whisper, leaning forward, closer to him.

"Well, do you accept it?" He leans in closer.

"I've never been one to back down from a challenge" I whisper, leaning closer.

"Good" he whispers, leaning closer-too close, lips parted.

And in a second, all I want are those lips against mine.

My eyes trail from his lips to his eyes to find him staring right into my eyes.

I shift my gaze back to those lips.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips and gosh, did it get hot in here?

He leans in closer and I shut my eyes in expectation.

"I'll see you tomorrow then" he whispers and then he's out of my face, leaving me wanting.

"Good night" I grumble, reluctantly as he opens the door to let himself out.

Gosh, what is wrong with me?

What is this foreign thing I'm feeling?

 I need a cold bath to let out steam and hopefully let out whatever is making me feel this way 'cos it's not a feeling I appreciate.