BBJinx awkwardly trying to figure out where they are in their relationship or what their relationship is. Because they're dorks.
“…sothe bartender says, ‘why the long face’!”
Jinxrolled her eyes and turned on her side, tapping her fingers on the picnicblanket between them. The smell of fresh cut grass and the rush of the waves onthe shore soothed her in a way she never really thought possible. Just a fewyears ago, this moment of relaxation would be just beyond her reach. She wouldbe tense and aggravated, always feeling like she needed to prove herself orsomething else. But, she didn’t feel like that now. She felt… at ease. Relaxed, almost. She stretched,her limbs popping with the movement and slid her hand up the length of his arm.
“Thatis the dumbest joke ever… and like the sixth time you told me.”
“Yeah,I know. But you laugh every time.” He leaned forward, resting his foreheadagainst hers.
His eyes were impossibly green and bright with an emotion that she couldn’t quite place. Itfelt… strange. Like she was teeteringbetween two different places in their relationship, and neither one reallyseemed to make any sense. On one hand they were friends (best friends,actually), and on the other hand they were… something more? Maybe. She didn’tknow. Her thoughts were discombobulated, and everything was shaken up, strangeand different.
Butstrangely… not bad. Different didn’tnecessarily mean bad, but it did mean that there was a change between them. Jinx closed her eyes and took a little breath,tasting the scent of him so close to her lips.
“Ilike hearing you laugh.” Jinx felt him shrug. “Even at the stupid jokes.”
“Youshould get better jokes.”
Sheshook her head and her hand slid back down his arm, tangling her fingersbetween them. Time melted into nothingness, and the only thing that matteredwas the soft brush of his breath against her skin and the gentle lull of thewaves. Jinx could feel the question bubble just at the surface, just underneathher control, but she kept her lips sealed for the hundredth time. It was easierto keep this up than to give it a name.
“Mm?”The wine she had brought on their picnic was starting to take over herthoughts, and the sun wasn’t helping at all. She was just a little drunk and warmand content and happy, wrapped up inhis arms in the middle of the park.
“Jinx…”His voice sounded far-off, her mind drifting into the soft light around her. “I…I think I’m falling in love with you.”
