Song: "OOH-AHH" - Twice

Friendmance - "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Word Count: 1236
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"Stop," I say through fits of laughter. I couldn't help it, Mario was tickling me. I tried to rip his hands off my sides but failed miserably. Instead I lift my knee up to his stomach in a quick manner. He moves to the side, clutching his stomach, and groans in pain.

"That's what you get," I say sitting up and smiling. "That hurt," he whines. He grabs a pillow from the couch and starts hitting me with it. I swiftly grabbed another one and hit him back. This goes on for a while until Momma Selman walked in.

"Ay, niños!" She exclaims. We stop hitting each other and look at her. "Lo siento, mamá," Mario says at the same time as I say "lo siento, Señora Selman." She just shakes her head in a jokingly disapproving way. She never liked us rough housing in the house.

Mario placed the pillows back on the couch, neatly. I was still sitting on the floor. "Do you want to watch a movie?" He asks, looking down at me. I scoff. "Just help me up," I say raising my arm up. He sighs and grabs my hand, pulling me up. I brush off my pants and go to sit down on the couch.

"Let me guess," I turn to look at Mario as he got a movie ready, "Suicide Squad?" He stops and turns to look at me. "How did you know?" He asks. "Magic," I reply causing him to smile. I lean back and get myself comfortable.

Finally the movie starts and Mario sits next to me. We cuddle up next to each other like usual. By the time the movie was over my head was on his shoulder. The credits were over and we were left with only a blank screen.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" I hear Mario ask. I smile and hold his hand in mine with my head still on his shoulder. "Yeah, sure," I reply jokingly, chuckling a little bit. A minute goes by and he doesn't say anything but I could notice his heartbeat quickening.

"I mean we've been friends for a year now... and when I came back from tour things felt different between us," his hand tenses in mine as he says all this, "I mean I get a little more nervous now when I'm around you and..." I lifted up my head to look at him once I realized that he was being serious.

His eyes met mine and I could see the sincerity in them. "I was filming a collab with the Goons on tour and we were talking about what we looked for in girls," he looked down at our interlocked hands, "and the more I continued to list my things the more I realized I was describing you."

I didn't really know what to think. I had never thought about Mario in this way. Sure he is attractive, but we are friends. Only friends. Or at least that is what I thought.

"Mario, what... I... I don't kn-" I stutter. "I really like you Y/N," he says, using both of his hands to hold mine, "When people talk about you I want them to say 'Mario's girl' instead of 'Mario's best friend'." He sits up on the couch.

"I want to let everyone know we are together, and show all the other guys that they have no chance with the most amazing girl they'll ever meet," he moves closer to me, "That I've ever met." He continues, searching my face.

"The most beautiful, and smart, and precious." I could feel my cheeks begin to heat up, probably causing pinkness to take over them. "I want to hold you in my arms, and stay by your side." He kept leaning forward.

"I want to..." he looked down at my lips then back to my eyes. My breathing became unsteady and my heartbeat quickened. He looked at me, waiting for a response, slowly leaning closer and closer to me. Our faces were mere inches away, and I was still debating in my head if this is what I wanted.

Mario had been with me through the good and the bad. He made sure that I didn't hang out with the wrong type of people in the social media community. Making sure I didn't get hurt by other guys. Which, now looking back at it, may have just been jealousy on his part.

Sometimes the same would happen to me. I would get jealous when he would hang out with Ariel or Loren. But that doesn't mean that I like him.

I stared at his face, filled with care and nervousness. He really is putting his heart out there. And for me. All for me.

But he's my friend. My best friend. I can't like him like that. I focused back on his face, and something changed inside me.

"Kiss me," I breathed out. He looked at me in disbelief for a second.

I knew right then that there was nothing I'd rather do than kiss this boy, this young man, that just opened his heart to me.

He finally understands what I just said, and leans in the rest of the way. Our kiss was filled with passion, something I had never experienced before. We break apart and look at each other for a second. We both smile at each other getting the same idea.

His lips are placed back on mine, but don't break apart. Instead we both deepen the kiss, smiling while doing so.

My arms wrap around his neck as his rest on my sides. I begin to lean back bringing him down with me. My head lands on the soft couch cushion. He moves one of his hands to my shoulder, and mine run through his hair.

I couldn't help but smile. If I had known kissing Mario would be this good, I would have done it months ago. I didn't want this good feeling to ever end.

"Mario!" We hear his mom yell. He lifts his head up and uses his hands to push my arms down causing my hands to fall from his hair to the couch. He tries to catch his breath before he speaks.

"Sí Mamá," he says. "You need to take Y/N home, it's getting late. And please, no fighting in the house," she says. I let out a breath.

We both sit up, and I start to gather my things. We get outside and get inside his car. He starts the engine. A smile appears on my face as I remember something.

"Why are you smiling?" He asks. "My mom isn't expecting me to come home for an hour," I say. He smiles too, shaking his head playfully as he backs out.

"But let's not 'fight' the whole time" I say, smiling. "Aw, why not," he says, pretend pouting, "I like 'fighting'." I laugh out loud. "Then maybe we should 'fight' more often," I playfully say and wink at him. We both laugh at our new private joke.

I grab one of his hands, holding onto it. Placing a couple kisses on the back of it as he drives. I put on the radio as he rolls down the windows. And we drive off to who knows where, together.