'Friends to Ticklish Lovers: PT 1 Unrequited'
[EDEN POV]
Two weeks after we all had dinner together, I finally admitted to Jennifer and Sera that I might've been a little interested in dating Alexander. There was a part of me that was painfully curious about his past...and what it would be like being his present. Thinking about it made me feel things that I didn't before, with either of my high school boyfriends. It was like I was playing pretend with them compared to just being close with Alexander.
The girls said that if I really liked him, I should try to catch him before someone else does. Sera wondered if the reason he hadn't had a girlfriend was nefarious. I thought he just had high standards, but that in itself made me nervous.
He didn't even give a chance to girls who liked him back. What makes me different enough that he'd date me, whether or not he wanted to? Maybe he was religious, and not allowed to date? Maybe he was due for an arranged marriage? I was going crazy.
The girls called me silly for even thinking such things. They were right in that it couldn't hurt that bad to try. But I knew the potential that he'd let me down was there.
I asked Alex if he wanted to come over today, and he agreed. Maybe I'll try to reel him in with some more flirting.
I found my best push up bra and pulled a grey tank top over it. I balanced things out by putting on some casual joggers. The doorbell rang soon, and I ran downstairs.
"Alex, hi!" I let him in. We were going to play games and look through some yearbooks today. Alexander had on the grey hoodie and backpack I first spotted him in that fateful afternoon in class.
"Hi, Eden. Look what I've got," Alex grinned and held up a stack of his own yearbooks. He didn't seem at all interested in how good my boobs looked.
"Oh my gosh, I can't wait to look through them! Let me see," I took one off the top and flipped through, pretending to look for his picture. I glanced up and did catch him checking me out. He quickly darted his eyes away. Satisfied, I giggled a little and took the book to the couch.
Alex plugged his PS7 to my TV, and we had a blast playing for the next three or so hours. He also talked me through his yearbooks. The difference between his sophomore year photo and junior year photo were night and day. The unkempt, acne-spotted boy in sophomore year was much more filled out looking in 2025.
I glanced at him and realized that he was gazing at me. He lowered his eyes, then, realizing it was futile to pretend he wasn't staring, looked back up and gave a shy chuckle. Between today and the photos...the only recognizable things were his eyes, lips, and the freckle on his cheek.
"Alex, I have a question," I said slowly.
"What's up?" He responded, his voice nonchalant.
"It's...about you, I'm really curious. You mentioned at the dinner...Who were the girls you crushed on? Why didn't you ever go out with them?" I asked softly.
He squinted judgmentally at me for the juvenile question.
"Tell me, please, Alex," I begged and pushed myself up against him.