Serendipity

I guess that's fair

I am not satisfied with Sydney's answer.

Not by one bit.

But I don't feel like pushing the topic any further would benefit anyone in any way, so I decide to drop it.

I've been trying to ignore it, but I can't miss the way he cringes away whenever I lean close. How his face burns bright pink and he avoids my eyes when our hands brush.

I've also been scraping my brain for what I might've done to have this happen.

"Wanna go back to my room?" Sydney offers, tucking his hair behind his ears. It falls over his eyes again as soon as he moves, but he doesn't seem to notice or care.

"Sure," I smile, winking at him. He blushes and ducks past me, slipping back into his room. I follow behind, still thinking.

Could it be...when I...uh.... I sigh and run a hand through my hair when my mind comes up blank. Sydney glances back at me.

"Homework?" He points at the pile of paper still on his desk. I groan.

"I don't wanna," I kneel and flomp onto his bed, burying my face in his sheets and inhaling his scent. Like that's not creepy at all.

"Well, what should we do instead?" He asks, sitting beside me.

"Cuddle?" I offer hopefully, lifting my head. He snorts.

"At least you're confident," He mutters, then scooches back and pats the space beside him. "Come on, then."

I grin, not hesitating to jump up and join him. I open my arms invitingly, and he swiftly slides into them, curling up against me. My heart skips several beats at the position— his front pressed against my chest, his head resting on my collarbone. His arms slip between us, and I can feel his palms spreading across my chest.

"Your heart's beating really fast," He whispers.

I swallow. "So is yours." I can feel it through the fabric of his shirt as my arm rests on his back.

"Are you nervous?" He asks. I cough.

"Just thinking," I say, using his excuse.  Though I know that, in my case, it's actually true. He scoffs.

"Very creative."

"Very," I agree.

I use the following silence to think more.

It didn't start when I began sitting with him for lunch, though I definitely began noticing it more then, so I have to think farther back.

What about when he came over for that night?

My mind starts replaying his visit, from the beginning to the end, but it freezes on one moment in particular.

The end of the movie. When we kissed.

Hesitantly, I keep replaying the night after. Sure enough, that's when it started... though me talking to Heather also pushed it farther.

"Huh," I mumble, tilting my head slightly. I hug Sydney closer. That makes sense...kinda.

"What's up?" Sydney asks, lifting his head and looking up at me.

"Nothing," I shake my head. "Just figured something out."

"Planning on telling me?"

"Nope."

"I guess that's fair."

He shrugs and curls closer, sliding one of his legs between my own. I try not to let it distract me from the next set of thoughts: how to make it up to him.