Wake Me Up

Chapter 9

When we pull away, we both have a stupid smile playing on are faces.

"Megan?" he asks, turning serious. Crap, did I totally suck? Does he never want to kiss me again? Does he just want to forget about it?

"I really like you. A lot." oh, I wasn't expecting that. I bit my lip to keep from laughing at my stupidity.

"I really like you too," Archer let's out the breath he was holding and his beautiful smile returns. "but this changes everything. How are we supposed to go from being best friends-" he cuts me off with another kiss. Just a simple peck on my lips, yet it has the same effect on me. My heart beats insanely faster and thousands of butterflies errupt in my stomach.

"We'll make it work, I promise," I nod, believing him. He never breaks his promises. "Do you want to go somewhere tonight?" he asks me.

"Like a date?" he nods, "THE Archer Jamison want to go on a date? With me? I'm honored," He rolls his eyes and grabs my hand, tangling our fingers together. "Can I have a rain check? I'm still not feeling good. How about movie night instead?"

"Sure. An other time maybe?"

"Definitely," We walk side by side down the stairs and to the basement. I sit on a chair while Archer picks the movie, once it starts I recognize it immediately. G. I. Joe: Rise of the Cobra, starring Chaning Tatum, is one of my all time favorite movies. He pops a bag of popcorn and hands me the bowl, which normally I would inhale but my stomach doesn't agree. I'm so hungry but everything makes me want to vomit.

Archer joins me on my chair, and it's a tight fit. So I end up on his lap with my head on his chest an his arm around my waist.

It's strange because nothing is akward between us. We've known eachother our whole lives and know every tiny detail. Even though we have never tried to take it a step further and be more than friends, it helps that were comfortable around one another.

I just hope that if things didn't work out we could go back to being like brother and sister.

Worst case, he treats me like an object and we can never be friends again. A heartbreak is hard enough, but if I couldn't have my best friend too, things would be terrible. Life without Archer is incomplete and miserable. He's like my other half, always there for me when I'm sad or to calm me down when I'm mad or the one to make me laugh when times are hard. He and I are two peas in a pod. Yes, he has Matt, who he would most likely have a better relationship with because theyre both guys, yet he always put me before my brother. I wonder why that is?

"Hey, Archer?" I tilt my head up to look at him.

"Hm?" he says looking down at me.

"Why do you like me better then Matt," if I'm not mistaken a slow blush creeps up on his cheeks. He looks adorable, I glow with pride knowing that I can make him turn a shade of crimson so easily.

"I've always liked you," not what I was expecting to hear. "Ever since I can remember. You were always more than a best friend to me but you were completely oblivious," he brushes my hair away from my face, "You're so beautiful," now it's my turn to blush. I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to say.

"Jesus, Meg. Stop doing that," he tells me. I must look confused because he quickly adds, "it's so got," I let out a giggle, something dark passes over Archers eyes and he smashes his lips onto mine.

Unlike our first kiss, this one is full of desire and wanting. His hands go to my waist to pull me closer. My hands go up into his hair and gently tug on it. I've never felt like this during a kiss, I feel like I can't get enough of him.