In love with my best friend?

Feelings

It's warm. Almost hot-the feeling, not him. Well... maybe him too. He's my best friend! What am I thinking?
*Marie and Javen lay on the couch; spooning eachother while watching Netflix.*
"Hey, Marie?", Javen breaks the silence.
"Yeah?", I reply, almost instantly.
"Am I good looking?"
"Well, I uh- I", I stutter.
"On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate me?", he says.
I can hear the smile in his voice. I decide to respond by saying, "Definitely a solid 9."
He shifts his position and I feel him give himself a little gap in between us.
I don't question it.
"Why?" I say.
"Oh, I was just wondering..."
"Okay. What do you rate me out of 10?"
"I er- maybe like a-uh- an 11?", He manages to get out. I'm left dumbfounded as he chooses to change the topic.
Does he like me back?
No...he's just my best friend, and he's trying to make me feel better. That's all.
Javen says, "So, since your birthday is coming up...what's your clothing size?" I can sense I hint of sassiness. I giggle to myself
"Wouldn't you like to know?", I say as I turn over. He's beet red. I start laughing and he turns me around.
Okay then...?
"Hmmm. Wanna watch some Sugar Rush?", I say.
I hear a mumble, and then "Sure."