"You know what my mom use to say when I didn't clean up my plate?" "What?" "That I wouldn't find a good-looking husband." "That's...adorable." I chuckle. A comfortable silence surrounded us. His head turned slightly, the grass in his hair. "Do you think I'm good-looking?" He said. "No." I said feeling a blush creep my neck. The outline of his mouth pressed into a thin line but it soon became a smirk. "Really?" He crept up to me, closing in on my face. Good thing it was dark. He couldn't see my face turning crimson red. He got so close I could feel is minty breath on my face. "R-really." Oh my gosh. He's my best friend. He shouldn't have this affect on me. Sure he's seen my body. But this was different. It felt like-"NOO!" His hand was tickling my sides. "Please stop!" I giggled uncontrollably. "Then admit that I'm attractive." He says stopping for me to talk. "Never." I smirk. He raised his hands to start again when I pressed his body back as a sign of me surrendering. "You are the most handsomest guy I know." I said jokingly not knowing that deep down, it was the truth all along.