Fuckgirl (Camren)

One

I rolled my eyes on the annoying sound of my best friend's car horn outside the house. My phone lit up and I grab it from my nightstand.

Zaynieeboii: Dude. Are you like dead or something?

I smirk reading Zayn's text message. I locked my phone and throw it on my bed. He has been waiting for the past 30 minutes and I still haven't decided if I will go with him or not.

Parties are not my cup of tea. Why does he even bother inviting me to attend this one?

I reached for my phone once again as I lie on my bed and groan as I read another text message from him.

Zaynieeboii: I'm not going to that party without you man.

Me: Then don't. I hit the send button and stare at the ceiling.

Zaynieeboii: Fuck you bro. I'm on my way to your fucking room.

Shit. I rapidly grab a sleeveless shirt and put it on. I heard my door opened and I saw my annoyed best friend smirking at me.

He didn't say anything and just grab the red flannel hanging at the back of my door to then throw it on me hitting my chest.

"Fuck." I groaned in annoyance, I then put the flannel on and followed him exiting my room.

Last step on the staircase, I saw my mom in the kitchen preparing something.

"Bye mom." Zayn shouted, getting my mother's attention.

Like seriously, he's closer than my mother more than I do.

"Bye son. Have fun!" My mother, Clara replied and I just smirked at their interaction.

Reaching Zayn's black Sudan, he then opened the car door for me; like a good best friend should.

This is why people suspect us being a couple sometimes. But he's just being himself though, he may be a jerk sometimes but he's actually a real gentleman.

"Thank you." I said with a small smile, as I sat on the car seat and he shut the door.

But seriously though, if I wasn't gay I'd probably date him.

"What are you thinking?" Zayn asked as he locked his seat-belt and told me to do the same.

"What? Nothing."  I replied with a grin.

"C'mon. You're smiling like an idiot." He stated as he started the engine and started driving.

"Do you think if I wasn't gay we would be in a relationship? " I asked not looking at him but at the window.

"Maybe."  He admitted and laughs shortly, but at the side of my eye I could see his blushing.

"C'mon Z. You know how much I hate one word replies." I teased, slapping his shoulder lightly.

"Ouch. Okay, okay, okay. Maybe yes. Since we have a lot of things in common, plus you're really pretty." Zayn answered, gazing on my direction.

"Aw. You don't look bad yourself too." I replied with a huge grin.

"Stoooop. You sound straight... I'm not used to it. You never even complimented me until now." He teased, stopping at the red light; a chance for him on fixing the beanie on his head.

"Of course. Only I can be mean to you. And you don't even need my compliment, I'm sure you get that a lot from all of the girls." I admitted that leaves another blush on my best friend's cheek.