//not like that//

if you loved me...

as they sit back down on her bed, patches of bleached out moonlight dappling her room through the trees, he decides to sleep.

"what are you doing?" she asks him.

he tells her.

she shakes her head

"you can't sleep now. we haven't done anything." she whispers.

a thousand thoughts rush into his head, but he spits them out and rubs his eyes.

"oh." he tries not to stare at her in the almost-darkness, but he looks anyways and she was looking back.

"if you loved me," he hesitated for a second. "if you loved me, I would be happier. so would you. we would be the happiest two kids on this whole town, country, world, universe..." she glared at him.

"no." he was hurt. he looked away.

"okay."