Stuck On You

"Caleb, pass me the chips," I said, my eyes glancing over at the bright red plastic bag that held fried, crispy, orange goodness in the shape of a tortilla chip. They were teasing me. Caleb and I were watching a movie in the movie theater in his huge mansion of a house. Caleb and I had been best friends since kindergarten when I licked a crayon and stuck it in his ear. Ever since, we've been inseparable... and he calls me Willy; like a wet Willy but with a crayon. Caleb was a deep tan color, like my mom. He had dark curly hair when he let it grow out, but he rarely did. His eyes were a warm dark brown that I had grown to love, and his teeth were perfectly white and straight. It made since that he was good-looking though. He was on the cover of almost every teen or Hollywood magazine, and had about a million fold out posters of him, shirtless and clothed, for girls to tack up on their wall and fantasize over. It was kind of sickening actually.

"Willy, those chips are going to make you fat and orange," Caleb said, poking me in the side. I stuck my tongue out at him before I reached across him and grabbed them myself.

"Loser," I muttered, stuffing a chip into my face. He gave me a sly look before he pounced on me. He knocked me on to my back and sat on my waist. He tickled me as I tried to bat his hands away. "Stop it," I laughed as my face grew bright red.

"Just admit that you're jealous because girls love me and I'm famous," he chuckled. I tried to slap his hands away with no success.

"Stop it, Caleb!" I begged, breathlessly.

"Say you love me," he said. I laughed and laughed until I finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, okay! I love you," I gave in. He stopped tickling me and smiled triumphantly.

"I know you do," he said before he slid off of me. I caught my breath again before I pushed his shoulder roughly.

"You're an ass," I muttered He laughed and kissed my cheek dramatically.

"But you love me darling," he said in a voice that reminded me of Edna Mode, the fashion designer from the Incredibles. I suppressed a laugh and shook my head at him.

"You're an idiot," I said with a light smile before I snapped another chip into my mouth. We watched the movie quietly. That was one thing I loved about watching movies with Caleb. He wasn't that much into commentary. I stood and stretched as the movie ended.

"Is your mom finally going to let you spend the night?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. Despite the fact that Caleb and I had been best friends forever, my mom was still super strict about everything. She never let me spend the night, no matter how many times I asked.

"Yeah right," I muttered. "Can you give me a ride home? My parents are working late tonight," I said.

"Then stay," he said. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his trim waist before I set my chin on his chest. Caleb was way taller than me. His arms draped across my arms and down so that his hands were resting on my lower back.

"You know I can't. Lela would be oh so happy to tell Mom that I got home late," I sighed. Lela was my younger sister. We were six years apart which meant lots of fighting. I loved her because I had to, but I couldn't stand her.

"Lela loves me though," Caleb argued. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You think everyone loves you," I muttered. His chuckled shook me gently before I placed the side of my head on his chest and gave him a real hug.

"Because they do," he shrugged, returning my hug.

"Because you're famous," I mocked him. He chuckled as he looked at me.

"I'll take you home," he said.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐