I'm Just Me

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My feet became the most interesting things in the world at the moment. I stared at them, attempting to hide my flushed face from Blake as he rummaged through his drawers, in his room, in search for some clothes I could wear as pajamas. To make the situation worse, I just got out the shower and was wrapped in only a white towel.

But, this is just a best friend moment, right? I remember when I was a freshman in high school, there was this guy named Scott that I had romantic feelings for, yet I was crushing on Jai at the same time. Scott liked me back as well so I'm sure he was pissed when I chose Jai and never really talked to him again. But my point is, I suck with guys.

Blake turned around and held up a large black shirt with Blake's last name on the front, Anderson. "You can wear this."

"I am not gonna walk around your house with only a long shirt on," I glared at him. "I need bottoms."

Blake sighed and pulled out some gray sweatpants just moments later. He tossed both of the clothing to me and closed his drawers.

"Where can I change?" I asked pursing my lips.

"What do you mean, you can change right here."

I narrowed my eyes at Blake, "I'll change in the bathroom." Blake pouted playfully gaining an eye roll and scoff from me.

As I left his room and made my way to the bathroom, his little sister, Bobbi came ambling out of her room. Her eyes slowly scanned my attire and she froze. I half-smiled awkwardly in embarrassment as she made a disgusted face.

"Don't tell me you and Blake--," she started breathlessly but I quickly cut her off.

"No!"

"So what are you doing in this house with just a towel on?" Bobbi drawled, with furrowed eyes.

I groaned and walked past her, and straight into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

"Was that necessary?" I could hear her agitated voice on the other side of the door.

"Very."

Bobbi and I get along really well. We do argue but it's as if we are siblings. Sometimes I consider kidnapping her.

Just kidding.
kinda.

It probably would make more sense if I was dating Blake but nah. Like I mentioned before, I'm not going to go that cliche.

As soon as I finished changing, I exited the bathroom and my face met with Blake's. He had that trademark smirk curving his lips. One of his large muscular arms slung around my shoulder as he began to speak.

"So," Blake started, "wanna Netflix and chill?"

I shrugged his arm off my body and escaped to the living room.

"I'll take that as a yes," I could hear his faint sounding footsteps following behind me.

When I finally get to the living room, I quickly grabbed the remote and turned on the television. As I sat down, sinking into the off-white colored couch cushion, a hand suddenly reached across me and grasped the remote, quickly swiping it away.

A gasp escaped through my lips and I sat motionlessly due to my shock. Blake switched to Netflix on the flat-screen tv, and I jumped up from the couch flinging myself onto him. His eyes shot wide open as I tackled him, extending my arm out for the remote.

"Just hand me the remote Blake," I demanded, "Don't make this harder than it has to be."

Blake lifted his arm into the air so that it was too far up for me to reach. "You're making it hard actually." He smiled tauntingly.