I hated homework. I was pretty sure it hated me, too. But I had to do it every day straight after school, otherwise Fletcher wasn’t allowed over. At first Mum didn’t want him over until after I’d done it, but after awhile I convinced her to let Fletcher be my study buddy. He needed my help, anyway. (Vampire perk: You’re smarter. Still hated homework, though.)
After one homework session, we decided we’d go out to the pool. I didn’t like it much, but Fletcher loved it. Also, I had found a skimpy dress in the wardrobe, and I wanted to ruin it. Destroy it. I don’t know anyone who has ever lived in our house who would wear a dress like that, except maybe Grandma Nonny’s mother.
Okay, so it was partly on Fletcher’s dare that I wore that dress in the pool, and partly because I didn’t want to wear my bikini in front of Fletcher. The dress may have shown things off, but the bikini Mum got for me was worse, and as much as I liked Fletcher in that way there was no way I was going to wear it.
We had a breathing contest. I don’t even know why Fletcher even suggested it, because I’m a vampire so of course I was going to win.
I would recommend to you to never go swimming in a dress. I think I’d have been better with the bikini.
After our swim, Fletch suggested we sit down on the grass and look at the stars. He had been reading something about stars so he wanted to share all his new found knowledge with me.
Anyway, I was sitting there happily looking at the pretty lights in the sky when suddenly: skin contact. Hand contact. And I knew it was NBD because he was my best friend and everything, but he had put his hand over mine while looking at stars. He was touching my hand. My hand. In a romantic setting.
I was sure I had been imagining things.
But then he moved his hand and he put his arm behind mine.
To distract myself I pointed at what I knew was an aeroplane but I pretended I thought it was a star, and so we had a conversation, a normal conversation.
After he went home, I lay on my bed and tried to push down all my feelings. I was going to stop liking him.
Then he came over the next day and was completely adorable in the way only Fletch knows how.
I couldn’t take it anymore. So I did what seemed like the only sane thing to do.
I kissed him. And he seemed to kiss back. But I wasn’t sure.
When the kiss ended, I turned on my heel and ran out of the room.
I was absolutely certain I had ended the friendship for good. I had just kissed my best friend. That kind of thing ends friendships. I was sure Fletcher had gone home, told his mother he was never going to come back here again. I was going to lose Fletcher, and all because I was stupid enough to kiss him.
After awhile I saw Fletcher walking over to me, and I realised Mum was outside too, in her bikini, on the waterslide. Ugh, Mum. Could you be any more embarrassing?
The first thing Fletcher did when he reached me was kiss me. Softly, not forcing himself on me like I practically did with him. Making sure I actually wanted to kiss him.
Because me kissing him made it look like I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss him or not, apparently.
He then pulled me into a hug.
“I didn’t think you felt that way,” he said.
“Really? Because I’ve been pushing the feelings away because I didn’t think you felt that way!” I exclaimed.
Then, he took my hand. Not caring that my mother was in the backyard with us, face planting on the waterslide, Fletcher asked me if I would be his girlfriend.
And I said yes.
The friendship was over. But now he was my boyfriend.
AN~ Fletcher/Lilliana = OTP. ‘Nuff said.