The dialouge of Home Alone echoes into the kitchen from the living room while I cook. The only other sound is from me dicing some tomatoes or Jared moving around in the living room. My mind is going faster than it ever has. There's just something about Jared Leto being in my house that makes it all frantic. Well... He is Jared Leto. In my house. Sitting on my couch while I cook dinner for the two of us. Every part of me just wants to continuously scream, but I know he'd see me as a freak, just like everyone else.

Jared enters the kitchen and leans on the counter next to me, "I got bored by myself in there."

I resist the urge to smile, but can't help but to grin, "Yeah?" I know if I say anymore, my voice will squeak like it does when I get that feeling after being given affection.

"Mm-hm." He tilts his head, trying to look into my eyes. I avoid his gaze, teasingly.

From the corner of my eye, I see him bite down on my lip, and my heart throbs. It's so strange- the affect he has on me. It's so much stronger than it was when I would watch movies he's in or interviews on Youtube. This is real. It's not just lust anymore.

He clears his throat then straightens his posture, "I thought you said you can't cook."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Spaghetti is literally the only think that I can cook that doesn't make people puke." I chuckle at the horrible truth.

"So, you cook for guys often?" He asks, mocking hurt.

"Someone jealous?" I smirk up at him, and he rolls his eyes, laughing.

"Yeah, right!" He groans, playfully shoving me.

"No need to get violent, Mr. Jealous!" I shout with a smile, shutting the stove off.

"I'm not jealous! And technically, I could be referred to as Mr. Nobody."

"Whatever, Mr. Jealous."

"That's it." He laughs before I'm lifted off my feet and slung over his shoulder.

"Jared, no!" I giggle, squirming. His arms wrap tight around my legs as he takes me into the living room. He drops me onto the couch and pins me down, and my heart starts beating a million times a second.

"Jared!" I scream as he starts ticking my ribs.

I instinctively kick my legs, considering I'm pinned down from waist up, and howl with laughter, glaring at the smirk on Jared's face as his fingers dance across my sides.

"Stop! Jared, I swear to God!" I yell in between laughter.

"Let me think... Nah." He continues ticking me, now moving to my stomach. Tears form in my eyes from laughing so much.

"Please... Jared!" I try one more time.

At last, he finally stops, and I'm left gasping for air, and he's left with a devilish smile.

I look up at him, my chest rising and falling heavily. I can't hide a small smile. Shit. I really like him.

His icy blue eyes scan mine, and it gets hard to look away. His hand trails to my cheek, stroking it softly. I bite down on my lip.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N..." He whispers softly.

My heart skips a beat. What do I say? How can I ever respond to that without making a fool of myself?

Suddenly, a loud beeping rings throughout the house.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, pushing him off of me and running into the smokey kitchen, "Shit!" I mutter, moving the noodles off the stove. I put it on high instead of turning it off! Idiot!

I actually turn it off this time, and run over and open a window so the smoke clears out.

Jared runs in, "Y/N! What's happening?" He yells over the fire alarm.

I grab a chair from my kitchen table and drag it across the room. I stand up on it and reach up towarde the ceiling, shutting the alarm off.

I sit down on the chair, my elbows on my knees and my head dropped, "I burnt the noodles." I pout.

All he does is laugh.

****

Jared's POV

After the takeout arrived, Y/N and I ate in the living room, watching the last half hour of Home Alone.

I feel sudden pressure on my shoulder. I turn my head and see Y/N, fast asleep with her head laying on my shoulder.

She looks so cute.

Shit. I don't want to wake her up. I have no clue whether or not she's a light sleeper...

Fuck.

Think, Jared...

Okay, I'll just lay her down.

I gently grab her shoulders and lay her down on the couch, but she clutches onto my shirt, her eyes still closed.

"Please don't go." She whispers, her voice groggy from sleep.

My heart starts pounding hard in my chest, and I feel my face heat up.

No, don't get attached.

I glance down at her sleeping face.

Fuck it.

I squeeze in next to her, and to make more room, I pull her into my chest. She's warm. I can't help but to feel this is right.

Instinctively, I kiss the top of her head, "Goodnight, Y/N."

Thank God she's asleep, or else she'd know how I feel about her. She'd know I have a crush on her.