——ESMAS P.O.V——

I'll tell you one thing. That spider was not tiny.

After Everton saw me in nothing but a towel, he closes the door behind him, leaving me to get dressed.
I step around the squashed spider towards some spare clothes I kept here.

I put on my trackie pants, jumping up and down to shuffle them up my legs. I slid on a long grey top that has long sleeves. I looked in the mirror and pointed out all my flaws before bending over and shaking my hair.

I felt like I was shaking the whole room at the same time. I gained balance and held onto the sink bench.

"Now." I say in the mirror at myself. "You go out there and act like your not tipsy." I pointed at myself. Then I frowned, "or drunk... either one." I shrugged and turned to open the door.

It was the wrong time to open the door.

I should not have opened the door.

"Shit." I say a little loud to make Everton jump and look up at me, covering himself with his shirt.

No, he's not naked. But he's shirtless.
I force my eyes from his stomach and turned around in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry." I say biting down on my bottom lip.

"Ah, it's fine. You'll forget in the morning anyway."

In my defence, he could have changed in his room, not the living room.
Mother of all that is sweet and pure...

I find myself smiling a bit.

"I have a shirt on now." He says.
I hesitate at first but then slowly turn back around.
Who knew he had some body.

I cleared my throat. Don't judge, I might be compelled to love someone else but I'm allowed to like what I see in front of me right now.

Awkward silence floats in the air.

"Well, I think we better get you home." Everton finally says.

"Yeah, okay." I nod, looking down at my feet.

I felt his eyes on me.
"Or... you could stay?"

My eyes shot up. Did he ask me to stay? Or was he offering? Was he implying it? Should I stay? Would that be weird or something?

"If you want to." Everton continues, "just so you don't do something dramatic while your still tipsy."

I found myself nodding my head, playing it cool, unbothered.
"Yeah, whatever I guess. One night won't hurt."

What am I doing?

"Okay, well I'll sleep on the couch. You can have the bed." Everton says before disappearing from the living room.

I stand still, not moving, waiting for him to come back. Allison would go crazy if she knew. Best not to tell her then.
She already assumes we slept together. But that was my fault.

Wait.

I can sleep on the bed? His bed? Or a spare bed? No, if it was a spare bed then he would have his own bed. So it is his bed. I'm sleeping in his bed? I'll be in his room? Woah.

"Are you sure you don't want me to sleep in the couch, I'd be happy to?" I say ask he walks back in with some pillows and blankets.

"Nah, it's okay." He says chucking it on the couch. "The couch is comfy." He shrugs.

I still can't get the thought of me sleeping in his bed and in his room, out of my head. I'm kind of shocked he's actually letting me sleep on his bed.
Now I'm starting to question our relationship. Does it mean that we are friends now? What were we before?
I couldn't be more confused.

"You know what?" He says suddenly.

"What?" I Questioned.

"We should have a little memorial for that poor spider."

I look at him dumbfounded. "Your joking?"

"Hey, that spider had feelings." He said in defence.

"Your on the spider's team now?" I ask.

"Where's your heart and soul woman?" Everton gasps.

"Deep, deep down." I joke. "But seriously..."

"Please?" He says cupping his hands together and looking up at me with his bright eyes.

How could I say no to that?
Like this...

"No."

"Meanie."

I smile a bit. "You have your little memorial with your spider-lover while I snack on your food and watch TV."

His eyebrows raise.
"Number one, don't eat all my snacks. Number two, are you jealous?"

I frown at him. "Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

"Because you said that it was my 'spider-lover'." He chuckled but waited for an answer.

I was taken back, I opened and shut my mouth, frowning and half laughing. "What? Ha, you think, haha, I am not jealous of a god damn spider."

"Really? Because I think Bethany is telling me you are." He smiles.

"Bethany? Your spider-ghost? That's what you called it?" I raise my eyebrows with a confused expression.

"Yes. And she's not an 'it'. You don't have to be so jealous, Esma."
My name rolled perfectly off his tongue.

"For the last time, I'm not jealous of a spider!" I raise my voice, throwing my arms up in the air.

"With that reaction, tells me and Bethany that you are."

"Bethany is a ridiculous name for a spider." I cross my arms.

He smiles at me. "Hey, I mean, if you want to kiss me, just ask. She's not here to stop you."

My eyes widened. Did he just- did he just imply that he wouldn't stop me if I kissed him?
Or am I just imagining things?
Maybe he didn't mean it that way.

"W-what?"

"Well I can't repeat it now, shes is listening again." He smirks at me.

He's not drunk is he?

"Well, I'm going to say goodbye to her. Your welcome to join me." Everton says winking at me, still leaving me speechless from before.
He walks to the bathroom collecting the remains of the spider before going out the front door.

I stand there confused. Why is he being flirty all of a sudden? I'm the one whose supposed to be tipsy.
I think about what he had said, building the blocks in my mind.
After a few minutes I come up with the conclusion.
More of a guess. But I go ahead with it.

I take a deep breath and nervously walk towards the front door.

I don't know what I'm thinking.
Maybe it's the alcohol talking.

But I know it's not just the alcohol.
I think I'm going to kiss Everton.