I spent the next week relaxing and enjoying myself with Alex.

I just liked to be in his presence. I liked the way he felt around me. His energy, I meant. He was positivity at its finest.

Although, there were moments were I just felt scared. Not scared of Alex or where we heading with our friendship, but just scared of something. I could tell something was wrong.

But Alex was there. He kept me calm.

Late one evening, when we were watching a movie and eating pizza, Alex said to me, "Would you want to be my girlfriend or something, I don't know." He looked away. Like he hadn't said anything at all.

It was cute when he asked questions spontaneously like that. And then turned away in case he got shot down. He let his walls crumble down and then he would rebuild them just as quickly so he wouldn't be hurt in the long run.

But he had taken me by surprise. And I bured the roof of my mouth with my pizza.

Still, I was flattered. And So I said:

"Yeah. Sure."

He smiled to himself. Him in his little gray beanie and sweatpants and black hoodie. He was adorable.

I kissed his cheek.