“What time is it?”

His tantalizing voice echoed through my ears, luring me into the trap he unknowingly keeps on setting up for me. A trap I never want to fall into but only a bit more and I would. A trap I could not afford to get caught with. A trap called “falling madly inlove with your best friend.”

“It’s a quarter before 10,” I said with the last ounce of composure I had. I swear to God, I tried, I tried so hard not to look up from the youtube video I was watching. I tried so hard not to look at him while he was doing his hair, because heaven knew how just by watching, could it throw my sanity out of the window.

And now I could not get my eyes off of him. He let out a grunt and undid his hair. He swiftly pulled the rubber that was holding his hair in a ponytail and slowly each strands of his hair fluttered against the wind and slowly-yet-softly they landed on his back. I gulped as I felt myself ogling at my best friend.

“Hey!”

I sat straight and nonchalantly gave him a smirk with my eyes probably smiling at him.

“Are you even listening to me?” He made his way towards me and halted when he was exactly between my legs. “I asked if you could braid my hair?” His eyes were teasing and I loved how he looked so intimidating just from staring down at me.

“Sure?” I gave him a smirk.

I was always like this. I could only smile, laugh, and . No matter how much I wanted to pull him down and sat him on my lap so I could run my fingers through his silky-soft hair and grab his neck so I could kiss him deeply, I could not do so. Because in the first place, I was just a best friend.<