Preston could practically hear the happiness radiate from his best friend’s voice. Even though he rarely told her, if not, never; he honestly thought the best part about her as a person was her smile. It made her entire face light up and to witness such a phenomena was the most interesting thing his eyes. The wacky haired boy continued to mischievously to brush his fingers along her sides, his frame hovered midway over hers as he steadied himself with his other hand on the sofa. He didn’t understand why she was blushing so much considering what he was doing was normal, but noticing such a small detail was going to be enough to hold it over her head.
What snapped him out of his mischievousness, however, was when she grabbed him by the wrist. She was hardly ever bold enough to stop him from his childish antics, but there she was, causing shameless chills to run up and down his spine like a giddy schoolgirl. He simply looked at her with a steady and vaguely confused expression. “I –I do what I want!” He proclaimed suddenly after a moment of just staring quietly into her eyes. He could have easily yanked his hand away from her, but it felt nice. Quite different, and a bit weird, if he were honest. He would have gotten up off of her too, but he wasn’t feeling up to it. Cheeky bastard. “Tired from what? You have literally been home all day. I’ve been home all day.” Preston laughed as his head unconsciously tilted forward, accidentally bumping his forehead with hers.
“What, me?” He asked, sounding offended with the revelation. He shot her an faux insulted look, his mouth hung open, but he soon recovered after he shot her flirtatious smile. “Too pretty for you, Len? I thought you would have been immune to my ravishing good looks by now.” She curled away from him, and Preston somehow gravitated closer. He had no clue as to why he was doing what he was doing. Perhaps he was bored, but he couldn’t deny that the lighting made Lennon look so……beautiful, and the dumb boy couldn’t help himself. He was in trouble, he was stupidly captivated. “Maybe you’re the one being distracting. How about you stop it?” He retorted nonchalantly, before finally realizing how touchy he was being with the girl. He awkwardly leaned back a millimeter, but obviously not enough to break physical contact.
Lennon could feel his fingers teasingly brush across her sides, the light brush of his fingertips sending her heart racing in her chest and the blood rushing to her cheeks. She knew-- Preston had to have been messing with her. She merely glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, trying to frown to show she meant serious business but a smile kept trying to creep it’s way onto her pink lips.
Lennon always had had a sort of soft spot for Preston. Whether it was because they’d been best friends since grade school, or if it were because she had unspeakable emotions running rampant for him sitting at the back of her chest, she’d always felt a certain sort of attachment to him. Emotionally? Probably. Len never wanted to explore it, get too deep and then catch feelings for her best friend. And yet, with him propped up beside her with his fingers trailing over her side and mirroring that same, bright smile she knew and loved, it was hard to keep her heart from fluttering so suddenly.
“Preston,” Lennon mumbled, another laugh falling from her lips as she pointed that same all-knowing stare she usually shot towards him, an eyebrow raised and a coy smile spread across her face. “Ravishing good looks, hm?” she laughed again, her hand that previously had hold of his wrist going up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “If anything, those looks are what’s distracting,” she playfully shot back, reaching over to nudge his shoulder back just a tad. She rolled her eyes and turned back towards the tv, leaning back into the couch as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the small strip of the couch’s fabric between them, “What do you mean I’m the one being distracting? Aren’t you the one who started it?” she drew out in curiosity. “You’re close, Pres. You’re the one initiating everything, dork,” she continued, glancing back at him a smile. It would’ve been wise to scoot back over more, but there was no space to move over more. Preston had managed to get Lennon to the farthest edge of the couch-- they were close in proximity, really close. Lennon held her gaze, if she really wanted to, she could count the veins of grey that tinted his mirroring green eyes. How they sparkled even in the dim lighting with the same curiosity she was drawn to as a child. But instead, she cleared her throat, tearing her stare away once again, folding both hands into her lap as she curled her legs underneath herself. “You’re the one being distracting, you can’t point fingers. ‘s not fair.”











