Unexpected

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

-Marilyn Monroe-

"Check this out," Andrew said tremulously, swinging a brown stick around, "Nox,"

The lights in his room went out, leaving us in complete darkness; moonlight was creeping in through the window pane, forming equally sized rectangles on the carpeted floor.

This room wasn't much, it has everything that any other room has; a bed adorned with boring sheets and a handful of pillows, a nightstand made of wood, a study table packed with books and stationaries, not forgetting to mention the IKEA closet taking up one side of the room.

Yup, just your stereotypical bedroom.

Our backs were propped up against the edge of his bed, listening to the soft susurrus and sighs of the branches outside the slightly open window.

"Cool," I said as I crinkled my nose, "But I'm not impressed,"

"Seriously?" he demanded, waving the stick in my face, "It's a remote in the form of a wand! How are you not impressed?"

"It's not exactly 'magic',"

"I just switched off the lights!" he argued, "using Nox! That's a legit spell!"

"You can be such a nerd sometimes," I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Says the person obsessed with Firefly," he pointed out.

"Can't believe that the show got cancelled," I said, shaking my head, "it was such good television,"

"I know," he replied, his lips quirking in amusement, "I've read your post on tumblr,"

An awkward silence followed as a cool and gentle breeze blew in through the window. I sneaked a glance at him, studying his features that I haven't seem to notice before. Like how chiseled his jaw was or how green his eyes were... And how his dark brown hair made them stand out...

"Can you switch your lights back on?" I said as I turned my eyes away, my cheeks turning a bright shade of red, "people might talk,"

"Oh my," he mocked, speaking with a thick, southern drawl, "I didn't know that we were still living in those times,"

"My mama won't be pleased with this," I mimicked, dramatically placing my hand over my chest.

"I bet that your mama won't be too keen on this either," he smirked as he lifted his 'wand', "Lumos,"

"That's better,"

"You're welcome," he said, turning to put his 'wand' away, "now what brings you here m'lady?"

I pulled my legs towards my chest, showing a sudden interest at the details of the plain carpet. I could feel his eyes boring down on me, patiently waiting for me to speak;

"Remember that time at the lake where I broke down into tears?" I finally asked, mustering up every inch of insane courage I could find.

"Like it was yesterday," he replied, a slowness overcoming his voice, "except that it was,"

"Let's just forget that it ever happened, okay?"

"Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always'," he said as a suspicious little half-smile curved his lips.

"I'm serious," I snapped, elbowing him in the ribs, "and stop quoting that book for f**k's sake,"

"Fine," he said, "consider it a done deal,"

"That was easier than I thought," I said with my eyebrows raised.

"Look," he replied, his features slightly mellowed, "whatever it is that you're going through right now, I just want you to know that I'll be there for you no matter what. And that you'll tell me whenever you're ready,"

"I wasn't expecting that...,"

"Expecting what?"

"For you to be so...mature about it,"

"You underestimate me, m'lady," he grinned, "I am wiser than I appear,"

"Indeed you are," I giggled.

Another bout of silence hung in the air as we sat there staring at the dark blue walls of his bedroom. Luckily, it wasn't the awkward type of silence like it was before, it was a lot more...

comfortable.

Like we could just go on like this. Forever and ever.

"Andrew!" bellowed a female voice from downstairs, snapping us back to reality, "time for dinner!"

"That's my cue," I said as I heaved myself up.

"Don't you want to stay over for dinner?" he asked, lifting his head to maintain eye contact, "my mom's making pizza,"

"Nah," I said with a wave of my hand, "I don't want to intrude into your 'family time',"

I treaded towards the window, pulling the already open window up. I crossed my leg over the windowsill, carefully placing my foot on the balcony.

"Okay," he said as he joined me by the window, "but you do know that we have a door, right?"

"I know," I shrugged, "but it won't be any fun. And I did come in through the window. So might as well,"

"Good night, good night!" he said jokingly, suddenly taking my face in his hands, "parting is such sweet sorrow,"

My stomach lurched at the thought of our faces being inches apart, my palms were clammed with sweat as my heart began beating at breakneck speed;

"I'll see you at school," I stammered as I shoved him away.