I shot from my seat and got up. I ignored Ai'Kla's voice shouting my name and calling for me to get back in at once. I trudged after Can who left the front door open.

I spotted him grumbling and walking towards our group's service van that was parked a little further down the street. "CAN!" I shouted. He didn't turn around. Typical Can.

He was speed walking at almost an inhuman speed. Me jogging wasn't even enough to catch up with him. "Hey, Cantaloupe!" I shouted. He stopped in his tracks. He hands balled into fists but he still didn't turn around.

When I finally caught up with him, he started walking briskly towards our van. I grabbed him by the arm and spun him around to face me. He stopped, his head bowed down, his hands were shaking. He took a step backward, still not saying a word.

There was an awkward moment of silence before I took a daring step forward. "What's the problem?" I asked. "That was uncalled for, that could have made Ai'Pete upset."

"Since when did you start caring about that guy's feelings, huh?" He snorted. "Uhm, since I realized he was actually one of the people supporting you in all aspect." I snapped back but calmed myself immediately afterwards. I wasn't really the type to start a fight.

"Come on Can, what's going on in your noggin?" His eyes escaped mine, finding solace in the dusty ground. He placed his hands in his pocket and kicked a rock before grumbling something under his breath.

I cocked my head, folding my arms in my chest. "Now talk." I told him, putting more emphasis on talk. "What is up with you?" "I said," he grumbled, meeting my eyes again, "Ai'Pete was all over you." I blinked. "What?" "Do I have to spell it out?" He growled.

"What do you mean Ai'Pete was all over me?" I answered back. "The way he looks at you. He was eye raping you, like full on statutory perverted pedo way!"

I gaped at him and stepped closer. "What the actual fuck is with you tonight, huh, Can?" I was about to say something more but by chance I looked down at his hands now placed awkwardly on his sides.

He was playing with his fingers. Whenever Can plays with his fingers, it meant he was nervous. And if he was nervous, it meant he was scared. And the only time Can gets scared is when he has something to lose.

"Can, explain it to me. I really don't get why you are acting like this" I told him ever so calmly. He paused for a while before answering.

"I mean, the way he looks at you, the way he smiles at everything you say, the way he touches your hand for no reason at all, and the way he fucking sat you beside him when you were already seated beside me..." He started.

"It's so obvious that guy is flirting hard with you. And you were being okay with it." His answer caught me off-guard. I found it a little funny, actually.

"I wasn't being okay with it; I was just being polite." I said. "He is one of our friends."

"But you even pour drinks for him, and laughing at his corny jokes. It seems like you were enjoying his special treatment." He murmured, poking the side of his cheek with his tongue.

"That's not true." I snickered. "Even I feel uncomfortable with his unnecessary gestures, but I don't want to disrespect him and leave a bad impression which can affect our friendship in any way."

He paused a little, maybe trying to collect his thoughts and words. "I feel bad because he is taking advantage of you, and I can't do anything about it." His hands now balled into fists again. "I could punch him in the face."

I can sense that he is really angry. And I know Can very well, he is not a violent person. Whenever things like this happens, he takes it out on himself, he suppresses his emotions, and then just cry alone in his room, or anywhere where no one can see him.

"Just calm down okay." I assured him. "He's not getting any of this." As I brushed my chin making a naughty cute smile. "Do you think I was that easy?" I teased him.

"But you were taking the shots he's giving you. He's only making you drunk so he can take you to bed after!" He's now talking like a little brat.

"Hey, watch your mouth little bunny. I am not that kind of guy!" I said sternly, making sure he understood it very well. I wasn't offended, but I was distracted by his thoughts at the moment. "You're the only person I can sleep with at night, you know that." I teased a little.

His nose twitched a little, before a shy smile appeared on his face. He looked at me for a moment and sighed deeply. "I guess you're right." He shrugged.

"It's just that---he was getting all of your attention, and I was getting a little bit, you know..." he trailed off, looking at me to finish his sentence.

I narrowed my eyes and looked at him intently. I can it in his eyes that he's conflicted with emotions. I couldn't see what was happening in his head. "Left out?" I guessed.

The sides of his mouth twitched, and he did that thing again poking the side of his cheek with his tongue, "Jealous." He answered.

"But why?" I trailed, watching him intently, now with a slight smile on my face. He didn't break eye contact and it was starting to rack my nerves. I felt a little uneasy, but not in a bad way. "Why would you be jealous?" He sweetly smiled. "Because." "Because what?" I huffed.

"Just because." He answered, as he let a huge sigh. He turned his back on me and started walking towards the van. I just watched him go, but in my head were too many thoughts. Why was he being too jealous? I wish it's because he likes me. Because he loves me.

For the longest time, I was conflicted with emotions. It started when we became the closest friends. In no time, we started doing everything together, we became inseparable. I was addicted to his company, his attention and his natural affection.

Out of everyone in the group, I am most comfortable with him. I can sleep with him in one bed and wake up the next day with our body all over each other.

I can dress and undress naked in front of him, I can be touchy-feely with him whenever I want to without feeling awkward or embarrassed. We're just too connected that way.

Ai'No has always teased me that Can and I could have been a great couple. Whenever that thought comes to my mind (like right now), I just can't help but smile and feel a deep sense of joy.

But of course, who am I kidding? I know things can never be romantic between the two of us. Can only sees me as his "BROTHER".

I shrugged and let out a deep sigh. I followed Can with my eyes, he is now a few meters away from me. "Come on, let's go back inside now." I shouted at him. "Don't worry. I will just explain everything and apologize."

He stopped and answered without looking back at me. "Explain to them that I was just throwing tantrums because I was jealous? I don't have a face to show anymore. I'll just stay here at the van until you guys are done."

For some reason, I found myself walking towards him. "Well, I just realized, that I might actually have done the same if I were in your position." I told him. He stood there frozen, not saying a word, as if waiting for me to catch him up.

"I said, I might actually act worse than you just did if that guy was all over you. You know how territorial and possessive I can become." I continued. Now I am standing just behind him.

"So, don't be upset. And stop being jealous." I said, pulling his hand towards me so he could face me. "Actually, don't stop being jealous." I told him, while I held his face up so our eyes meet.

"I really like it when you're jealous because of me." I smiled at him, while rubbing the bottom of his chin. "I hate being jealous." He said, while choking a little as he spoke.

I knew that right at that very moment, everything that I say or do will change both of us together. I saw a tear fall down his left eye, and as if it was a cue that I was waiting for so long.

I pulled in his face closer to mine, I closed my eyes and without any word I just went in for a kiss on his lips. A steady gentle press on his lips. Our first real kiss.