the art of falling for you (bxb)

three - friendship

the art of friendship

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By the time our complementary weekly Game Night arrived, I'd mostly forgotten about the latest addition to our customers list. Fluffy brown hair, sharp face and the loveliest brown eyes on the planet. And the tattoos? Yeah, I'd totally forgotten about the man who was stunning without even trying, and was well prepared to watch Drix end Sacha's winning streak.

"You're not the Pizza guy. Where the fuck is the food?" Hendrix snapped me out of my daze. As always, she have me the warmest of welcomes. "And why the fuck are you smiling like that? Stop doing that, I'm scared."

"You tell me," I replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're the host."

"Sacha ate all the food like the fat bastard he is."

"You had a bag of chips! As in a single bag of chips." My little brother shouted from his spot on the couch.

I stared at Hendrix flatly, "That's it?"

She grinned mischievously, eyes unconsciously drifting to her girlfriend as her lips tugged up further. I almost gagged at the implication. "I was a little busy. Blame Jem, they live here too."

My stare turned to them expectantly, to which Jem responded by shrugging. "Hendrix isn't the only one who's been busy."

"Ugh!" Sacha exclaimed, horrified as he stared at everyone with wide eyes. "Can you all just die?"

I rolled my eyes. Sacha barely ever left our apartment other than for band practise or game night, which Hendrix invited him too once without my knowledge so we'd been stuck with him since. Game night, as a name, tended to be an exaggeration too. Usually, the night activities extended to Jem, Ali and I eating pizza while Hendrix and Sacha bashed Call Of Duty, with me taking Hendrix's place when she needed food or Ali's attention.

Nevertheless, it was an improvement from when Sacha didn't live in the city. We used to spend the nights playing spin the bottle but instead of either taking a shot or kissing someone, we'd have a random video game to play.

Hendrix just laughed at Sacha's misery, throwing her gamepad at him and just narrowly missing. He let out a loud squeal, shoving himself away from where the controller had landed as Hendrix just laughed harder.

The expression of horror on Sacha's face reminded me of a moment from one of our writing nights, when I suggested writing a ballad instead of a typical rock anthem. A part of me wanted to ask if the nameless man from the bakery liked music? He seemed to give off the typical rock and roll aesthetic but maybe it was just me being judgemental, as usual.

"You're kinda scaring me, Saint Nick."

I snapped out of my thoughts, raising a brow at Hendrix, who was now sitting on Ali's lap. Her pink hair was braided, which she usually did when her roots started to appear and she was due another hair change. I wondered what color she was going to go with this time.

"Huh?"

"Why do you keep doing that? I'm not going to lie, it's weird."

"Doing what?"

"Smiling."

My brows furrowed, "I always smile. I'm a joy to be around."

"You're really not." She kissed her teeth, eyeing me suspiciously. "And you don't usually smile like that."

"Are you done psychoanalysing me? I want pizza."

An hour and half later, the pizza had arrived and Hendrix and Sacha were halfway through a round on Call Of Duty. Jem let out a very dramatic groan, drawing all of our attention to them.