Helping Minho seemed a lot easier in my head.

I struggled to keep him from falling and he reeked of alcohol, whatever Tiffany had at her party, I’m glad I didn’t have any.

“Do you have your key’s?” I asked as we stopped in front of his door

He seemed to be looking around the porch

“Right here.” He walked over to a plant near the porch swing and took out the key

“SO, you good now right?” I asked as he stumbled in “That would be a no.” I rushed over, closed the door behind me (I dont know why I did that) and helped him over to the sofa

“Do you want to clean your feet?” Minho smiled silly as he stretched across the sofa hugging a pillow

“No thanks” I looked at him weird “I’ll just shower when I get home.”

He chuckled

“Don’t forget… your towel this time” he giggled and then pulled the pillow over his face

I gasped

“YOU CAN SEE ME!” I practically threw a fit in the living room. I demanded he tell me where his room was

“Opps. I shouldn’t have said that” he laid his head on the pillow as he got ready to sleep.

“OH no you don’t! you can’t fall asleep on me!” I pulled the pillow from under his head and heard a THUMP as his head hit the side of the sofa

“YAH!” he sat up quickly and I backed up thinking he would slap me with the pillow

“WHAT, WHAT, WHAT!”

“I didn’t see you ! I just saw you run across your room in your underwear.” He rubbed his head

“You can see me through your room?’ I asked looking up the stairs

He nodded and stood up

“I think you might have made the drunkenness go away” he walked over to his kitchen

“You’re welcome!” I said harshly as I gathered my things

“You’re leaving?”

“Well yeah, I kind of have puke in my shoes.” I wiggled my foot and I could feel the puke inside flow

“Why don’t you just clean up here?” he came out from the kitchen “wont your parents say anything if you go home like that?”

I looked down at my feet, they looked disgusting, and truth be told, it wouldn’t hurt to just clean up quickly

“My parents aren’t home.” I shook my head “thanks though…I’ll just clean up at home.” I smiled and opened the door

“What are you afraid of” Minho grabbed my arm and pulled me back

“Excuse me?” I blinked up at him

He had pulled me in a little too close

“take it off” she demanded

“EXCUSE ME?” I backed away appalled

“I mean your shoes.” He shook his head

“but if you want-“

“Shut up” I smacked his arm

“Hurry up I don’t have all night” he kneeled down to get my shoes

“ew” he made a face as he held the shoes in his hand

He looked down at my feet then down the hall

“Hm, you’ll get puke all over the place” he shook his head “this wont do” he smirked and before I knew it he had picked me up bridal style

“YAH! What do you think your doing!” I demanded

“I don’t want puke everywhere” he said calmly as he set me down in the bath tub

“Just wash that off quickly while I go get you some slippers” he took my shoes with him, still covered in puke

Seriously, how did I end up in this mess? Kissing a stranger…well he wasn’t that much of a stranger… we used to share crayons in 2^nd grade…but I hadn’t even spoken with him since we started high school, or was it middle school? I don’t even remember.

“You done?” he walked back in with a towel

“Yeah…” I was about to step out but before I could do anything Min ho bent over and patted my legs with the towel

“I can do it” I took the towel away

“Fine, here are the slippers.” He dropped them and left the room

This was all just too weird. How am I supposed to forget my first kiss, if he’s still around! Why am I even still in his house?  I should have gone home…

I walked out into the hallway, looking both ways to make sure Minho wasn’t waiting for me

“You want something to eat?” I could hear him from the kitchen

“I’m fine.” I stood at the entrance

“you can go home…” he looked up at me “ I wont force you to stay”

“Actually…since no one is home…” I looked down at my feet, they were pale, and cold “And since it’s new years…”

“You want to spend it here?” he scoffed

“Didn’t we used to be friends?” I walked in and sat at the table

“That was like Elementary school” he opened the refrigerator “And besides you were only my friend because you liked my crayons”

“I liked you…” I whispered

“say what?” he looked up

“nothing” I shook my head “Its cool though, if you don’t want me here.” I smiled and stood up

“You can stay.” He said quickly.

“Really?”

“I mean, it being alone on holidays…” he smiled halfheartedly and went back to looking for something to eat

“Here, let me cook something” I pushed him aside

“You cook? Since when?”

“Since 7^th grade.” I gave him a glare and took out the ingredients needed to make spaghetti

“What are you making?” he asked over my shoulder

“Don’t worry about it.” I smirked “go get cleaned up.” I pushed him away “you smell like puke.”

He barked out a laugh, I have never heard him laugh like that…

Minho never used to talk much, in fact he hardly talked at all when we were young. He would offer me his crayons and I would say yes, he would share his sandwich and I would take it.

I don’t think we ever talked until we were in 7^th grade… when he stole my ice cream…

I looked back towards the little room off the side of the kitchen, I could see a shirtless Minho in the mirror, and my breath caught.

“Do you think Taemin found Tiffany?” he yelled suddenly and I jumped, I quickly turned back around and pretended to be doing something

“I’m sure he did.” I called back

“that kid…” Minho walked out as he was still pulling his shirt on “might have a crush” he chuckled

“Really?” I smiled remembering my talk with Tiffany about how she thought she was falling for her lab partner

“Probably” Minho shrugged

“Almost done?” he asked as he came up behind me

My body stiffened as I felt Minho breath down my neck

“This is pretty awesome you know” he walked off, and I sighed in relief

“What is?”

“That after four years of completely ignoring each other, were here…making spaghetti.” He chuckled

“Well who told you to stop talking to me” I said as I poured the pasta in

“You’re kidding right?” he turned around suddenly

“huh?”

“You totally freaked when I asked you to be my girlfriend” he stepped closer to me.

I searched my brain for anything that happened in middle school…anything about Minho.

And then it hit me.

It was at the lake, that one summer we were both sent to camp, when he stole my… ICE CREAM