Prepare For Impact

Complicated [12]

                                            ❁ Azriel ❁

"Would you rather be too hot or too cold?"

I think for a moment before answering, "well cold duh."

Adrien furrows his eyebrows, "What? Why?"

"Because," I shrug. "I don't know I just personally can't stand the heat, it makes my body itch."

"Ok ok, I guess that's valid." He laughs.

"Alright, you ready?" I ask while I think up another question and he nods.

We were sitting on his living room couch, surrounded by snacks and the television paused.

"Would you rather always say everything that's on your mind or never speak again?"

"Easy, say everything that's on my mind."

I almost go into cardiac arrest.

"What!? That's dangerous." I exclaim. Well for me it is.

"How? It's only dangerous if you have a lot of intrusive thoughts."

"Yeah well..." I trail off. I swear I'm not a mean person but whenever I'm introduced to someone for the first time I always judge them based on their appearance, body language etcetera.

So having to say my thoughts out loud would most likely get me jumped.

Especially at my old school.

"I kind want to know what you think of me, inside your head." Adrian smirks.

My face heats up. I definitely don't need him lurking inside my head and finding out about all the imaginary scenarios I create during my sleep.

I reach for one of the pillows and swing at him, "asshole."

He starts laughing until it hits him square in the face and he begins to topple over. He quickly grabs my hand so that we both meet the same fate, both of us falling as he lies on the couch, me on top of him.

Awkward.

We both stop laughing and look into each others eyes. His beautiful green eyes.

My eyes go to his lips and I wish they hadn't. I want to kiss him but I can't. What if he calls me gross and pushes me off the couch?

I should just do it.

So I do.

He kisses me back, his hands go to my waist.

This is weird. What if he thinks I'm a bad kisser? Why isn't he pushing me away yet?

What the fuck am I even thinking about? 

I'm on top of fricking Adrian, kissing him as he tries to slip his tongue into my mouth and I accidentally let him.

Maybe not by accident though.

I pull away from him catching my breath, and get off of him.

"Azi?" He speaks up.

"Mhm?"

"What are we?"

Oh god I've been avoiding this question.

"I...don't know, friends? What do you want to be?"

"More than friends. What about you?"

My heart rate quickens and my palms become sweaty.

"What's wrong?" He asks.