Their relationship is what you could call... miscommunicated. - Paper planes were flying everywhere; grazing my head and hitting my face every so often. I finally got one to hit him dead center in the forehead, and bursts of laughter filled our small fort. When I felt two strong arms wrap around my torso and knock me onto my not so soft hardwood floors our laughters seized to be. I groaned as I looked at his smirking face. "That was not very nice, Grey," he said. I chuckled and looked at him with a soft smile, "I am not a very nice person," I jabbed as I stuck my tongue out at him, but I slowly let it retreat back into my mouth when his thumb started to trace along my cheek. "You are the nicest person I have ever met," he said genuinely. We stayed like that for a while, just staring at each other. But, then his face started to get closer, and closer until his lips were lightly brushing against mine and I swore my heart was about to explode inside of my chest.