So if you haven't heard by now "I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know" is ONE YEAR OLD! My baby is growing up so fast! *insert me covering my mouth to stop the sobbing*

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Anyway, before you read on I just want to thank you all, my faithful reader, those that always have kind encouraging words, you made me write this story for a year, you can be proud! lol

So... sorry guys, for making you wait, schedule is pretty full lately... And it's just going to get worse for the next two weeks because it's my mid session week break from October 10th to 17th and I have exams and dissertation and critique and sculpture and art project and all sort of fun crap like that to do before it! -_-

So... sorry if the uploading is slow... but during that week break after I sleep for forty eight hours and then sleep some more I'll try to get more chapters out for you guys! But ya... I mean those grades I'm getting right now sort of will decide which next course I will be accepted in so it could be nice if I didn't fail... It would completely rock actually... cause I mean writing here is fun and all but I doubt it'll get me anywhere and help me pay for all those debts I'm getting to buy my CDs! lol

Oh and ya, sorry for the mistakes but I honestly don't care I'm not a freaking professional editor, nor intend on making this book publish, it's almost 7AM, my eyes are getting dry and I have to get up in 4 hours. So ya... there's plenty of mistakes deal with it.

On a side note, did you guys know that burned rice looked like diarrhea? Ya... gross.

Read and enjoy!

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They are dead.

Plain simple.

And after I killed Cameron and Blake, Trevor was also going down for not helping me. And I would make my life goal to dry off the water of this muddy pond for ever. Muddy and full of leaves. And gooey white dead worms on the banks.

Oh god, the worms...

They threw me like you'd throw away a log or something so I barely had the time to try to erect myself and half of my body was falling in the pond water reaching to my waist but since I had been thrown in it I pretty much got soaked to my shoulders.

And because I was shrieking at them to stop I got filthy water in my mouth.

Oh this was just awful.

I take back everything I ever said. I don't like Blake Eaton AT ALL. And twins aren't cool. THEY SUCK!

The second they weren't holding me anymore I automatically ran to them and by running I mean tried to move forward making those hand moves you do when you're in water and trying to run but it just doesn't work. Not to mention my feet were sinking into the muddy button.

Still Cameron was too busy laughing his butt off that he didn't have the time to run away before I grabbed him by the arm, trying to pull him back with me, and into the pond. And since I was a little lower than him and I didn't give a crap about getting wet again, because let's face it, the damaged was done at this point, I pulled him back with me. I had the slicky bank on my side after all.

While Cameron was still in shock from having been thrown in, heck, even I was; I hadn't expected it to be this easy, I did the little hand feet coordinated move and got out of the pond, and sprinted after Blake, who was trying to get away. But he was laughing at Cameron's expense, and mine of course, little bitch, and again, the ground was slicky so he slipped, he didn't fall down but it was just enough slowing down that my furious little self caught up with him.

And when I did, well sure I was slipping too and my shoes were making those awful squishing-full-of-water sounds, but I was determine to drag his nice looking ass right back to that pond and then throw him in. Even if I had to roll him there.

So I bumped into him, trying to circle my arms around his waist to drag him back, but I slipped and I think his feet caught a root on the ground because next thing I knew we were falling on the damp earth.

And he was still laughing and I obviously wasn't.

You are SO going INTO THE POND Mister Eaton!

We had both fallen on our side so I tried to crouch up and then grabbed Blake by the back of his jeans, trying to tow him to the muddy water where Cameron was getting out.

"TREVOR WILLIAMS! Come HELP me!" I yelled.

I was offering him a chance to redeem himself.

I mean, Blake was heavy and my clothes were completely wet so it was a weight on my shoulders, not to mention my shoes were making it hard to walk without slipping and falling.

I kinda needed help...

"I'm stuck in the tree!" he screamed back.

Oh what a wussy!

"HELP!" Trevor screamed this time, but oh he could forget me helping him.

"You're not winning this Pooky" Blake laughed, easily freeing himself from my grasp and then threw me back on the ground, crouched down too and wrapped his arm around me, over my arms so I couldn't punch him or something and got up, dragging me...

Back to the pond.

Bitch.

"I swear to god Blake, throw me back in there and I will never speak with you again!" I yelled in his ears, trashing in his arms, my feet kicking in the air but all that nice arm muscle of his wasn't just for showing off, he was actually quite strong.

Blake lifted me for a second, so my feet stop trying to get anchored on the ground, pressing me more against his chest and for just one tiny second I enjoyed the fact I was in his arm, but just one TINY second "I think I'll take my chances!"

Bitch!

I trashed even more forcefully, moving my torso, trying to free myself "You dumb freaking prick!"

We had only been about fifteen feet away from the pond to begin with so at this point we were barely standing five feet away from the banks.

Cameron had gotten out and was twisting his hoodie, trying to get the extra water out, un-sticking the leaves form his jeans. I was hoping that the squishiness from my damp clothes would help me slip out of Blake's grasp but he obviously didn't mind about my wetting him... okay that sounded really wrong... anyway! He was going to throw me in soon, and there was no way in hell I was letting him do that! If I was going down, he was going down with me!

I tried to squish more out of his grasp, screaming a bunch of profanities and then realized I had enough leisure to move my arms and I pinched his forearm as hard as I could.

Blake yelled "OUCH!" and his hold on me un-tighten a bit, but not enough for me to get out but it destabilized him enough that I did the only thing I could do; threw us both in the pond.

Suicide throwing in water like that seemed to be one of our many "things".

When we were both in, I tried to sprint out as fast as I could again, but Blake grabbed the back of my hoodie saying "Oh you're not going ANYWHERE"

"Blake BLAKE! This is GROSS! Please!" I whined this time, wiggling and trashing, water splashing.

I didn't even want to think about what kind of rotting things there was in this pond... I honestly hope I didn't have cuts on myself because I'd probably get an infection or something!

And now my shoes were getting sucked in the bottom of it, the mud becoming almost like quick sand or something!

Seriously?

"Okay okay Blake! You got me wet! Good enough now? HAPPY now?" I whined, elbowing him in the chest.

I honestly hated him right this instant.

For a good ten second I kept fighting against him, to get out of hold.

"Tremendously!" Blake finally smirked and let go of me, so I just punched him on the chest scowling and after un-trapping my shoes from the mud quickly got out.

"Hey, come on Pumpkin!" Blake yelled after me, getting out too, but I just kept walking faster, ignoring Trevor's pleas in the tree, and Cameron laughing at him under it, pointing at him.

Aside from the awful squishing sound the sole of my show did -seriously I probably couldn't wear them for the rest of the trip, they were completely filled with water with mud on top- I could hear Blake running behind me.

Without even turning I yelled out mad, "Don't you Pumpkin me you prick!"

Blake caught up with me and laughed "I think I heard that before"

I stopped dead in my track, turned around and poked him on the shoulder, glaring at him "Oh you heard that before? Maybe because you were being an imbecile that time too!"

A smile warmed his face "Lighten up Pooky!"

"Oh that's it!" I sighed loudly and started to walk again, to head back to the main trail and to the camp and just hide in my bed bunk for a while. I mean did he HAVE to throw me in TWICE?

"Well today is really not my day; you keep being mad at me!" Blake laughed still following me

"Maybe because you keep doing things to make me MAD!"

Mad in every sense of the word. Seriously why was I even doing this to myself? Liking Blake was seriously going to make me crazy, heck liking Blake already made me crazy!

I quicken my pace, almost losing my shoes because they got stuck in mud of the trail this time, but Blake grabbed me by the arm, stopping me from getting away and turned me to face him. "Lexi..." he said, looking straight into my eyes. And then he raised his hand to my hair, brushing his fingers through them at the level of my jaw.

Oh crap...

Breathe Lexi?

"You got a worm in your hair" Blake smiled, just a little amuse one and I automatically scowled at him, trying to get out of his grip and away from him, that PRICK, but he didn't let me and made me look at him again.

"Wait, Lexi, don't... look I'm sorry alright... I'm sorry for making you mad and annoying you okay? Look, I'm just not good at... I don't know how to say..." he started to babble, his eyes unable to stop at one spot on my face almost like he was nervous.

And his grip on my arm soften and I could have gotten away if I had wanted but my mind just keep saying "YA, like you're going to get away NOW"

He stopped speaking, and I just kept staring at him, frowning a little.

Was he...

Was he trying to... say something?

My mind was going a hundred miles per hours. Was he trying to say what I so desperately wanted to say myself?

We were both silent now and he was giving me the deep meaningful piercing through my soul look and I couldn't even begin to form coherent thoughts in my brain. Just beginning of questions I shouldn't dare to ask myself.

And I could feel it, our body moving closer, my hands just hitching to touch him, our faces inches away.

My brain was already thinking about how his lips would feel against mine, how warm they had been and soft and how soft and warm they would be again, and this time it was just him and I, no audiences, and if we kissed neither of us could deny it meant something...

And I mean, big bonus here, this whole scenery was hot; our second kiss could be novel worthy, with the drizzling rain and all. Okay I might still have unidentified life forms in my hair but heck it was raining so it would be hot like in all the CW series that did that. Because they all did it. At one point.

I was going to kiss Blake again, well he was going to kiss me again, seriously, if I hadn't been completely frozen because Blake had that affect on me sometimes I would be jumping up and down with joy, and well the jumping up and down thing would ruin the kiss subconsequently making the jumping up and down meaningless now...

Okay I'm rambling because I'm freaking out!

Seriously, bi-polar much though? One minute I wanted to tear his freaking head off and now I wanted to make out with him under the drizzling rain?

I needed professional help, really...

Blake kept inching his face closer, his hand cupping my neck now, his lips just slightly parted and my body temperature was increasingly rising.

I'm going to kiss him, I'm going to kiss him, I'm going to kiss him...

And that's when the rain started to pour, and pour HARD. And that made us both jump back.

Fraaaaaaaack!

Jumping. Really did ruin the kiss. Damn rain!

Okay rain was SO not cool and hot right now! Screw you CW!

We both looked up at the sky and then back to each other and started to laugh.

Laughing was good, laughing was simple.

Okay kissing would have been better but I had to take what I could right.

No, no!

I wanted to kiss him! I just wanted to kiss him now, seriously, it truly hit me that second; I wanted to kiss him badly, I NEEDED to kiss him!

And I had to stop for him to make the first move.

And I'll be damned but I wanted my god dammit CW kiss under the rain!

So I stopped laughing and grabbed his hoodie, towing him towards me.

"EVERYBODY RUN! IT'S PISSING CATS AND DOGS!" Trevor yelled in his girly high pitch voice and I was seriously startled, I actually did a little surprise scream, backing away from him; it was like some outside force really didn't want me to have my fracking CW kiss!

Trevor and Cameron were running towards us, slipping now and then in the mud, and quickly caught up

"Let's GO!" Trevor added, slowing his pace a little urging us to follow is lead.

I want my fracking CW kiss, I wanted to whine but instead roll my eyes and started to run with the twins and Blake, back to the camps.

Okay so in the end, going back to the camp had been sort of smart.

Because staying out longer would have been really really unwise with the hard pouring rain. Actually just staying outside without the hard pouring rain would have been a problem because of the whole getting thrown into a cold pond during October.

My teeth were chattering when I finally step inside the girl's camp, letting my wet and muddy shoes outside and taking my socks off too because they were just as soaked.

The boys had gone straight to their camp too and I practically ran upstairs, but it couldn't be exactly qualified as running since I was trembling too and didn't have a lot of coordination because of it.

I went straight to my sport bag, took some clothes out, curse myself for only bringing one hoodie with me, and went to the bathroom to take a warm shower to get rid of the worms and try to not die of hypothermia.

And just my luck there was Emily in the bathroom, standing in front to the mirror,. The way those bathrooms worked was, there were three showers, like separate showers, and then three toilet stalls and three sinks all into one room.

So Emily had probably just gotten out of her shower cause her showering crap thingies was there and her hair was damp.

Part of my freezing brain was thinking about ways to smash her head on the porcelain

sink but then I remembered Blake had said she had gone through crap like him and I felt bad for making harming plans in my head but heck what could I say, I liked Blake... I didn't want anyone in a room alone with him!

So I just said "Hey" and looked at myself in one mirror too, before going in the shower because for one thing I wanted to see how awful I looked to know what Blake would have actually kissed, and also to take out more worms if there were any left.

Gross.

You will not ask questions, Lexi, I repeated to myself as I did that, you trust Blake and you won't make a totally fool of yourself, more than you already have I mean, and ask her question about Blake went you aren't even going out with him! You might have almost kiss him and wished for a CW kiss but you didn't get it so you have no right to break that poor girl skull on the sink.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?" she asked, but not in a mean way or anything just in a slightly amuse but concern way.

And I couldn't even hate the bitch. I hated when things like that happen...

"Got throw... into a pond... it's raining... CW sucks" I mumbled, my teeth still chattering.

I needed hot water.

I was seriously not making sense anymore. Old-Lexi was COMPLETELY back right now.

And I was almost biting my tongue to keep from going Batman in Dark Knight interrogating the Joker on her...

So I headed for on of the showers.

"Are you going to ask me?" she stopped me, looking at me through the mirror.

Remember the Joker advice; never start with the head, the victim gets fussy. Okay why am I even thinking this? I think I'm getting delusional from hypothermia.

So I just went with a good old "Hmm?"

"What you're dying to ask." she half smiled.

Why do you want to kill me? Okay seriously enough Dark Knight...

"I don't..." No point in denying the truth Lexi, the girl is OFFERING you! "Okay so... well... I don't want to sound... I just... I'm not sure... look I..." I started to babble but her laugh stopped me from keep on making a fool of myself.

Thank you, thank you...

"I'm not going to steal your man, don't worry" she smiled, turning to look at me, chuckling a little more.

I frowned "I didn't..."

But she cut me again, raising her hand in front of her, the smile still on her face "You don't have to. And honestly don't worry, Blake is definitely not my type. I like boys with dark hair and dark skin and that can laugh when I say "Have you heard that entropy isn't what it used to be?" and doesn't look at me with a frowning face and goes "Ooookay...""

Ha ha, good one.

"Blake really doesn't understand physic, does he?" I laughed.

"Not even if the apple knocked him unconscious" she answered and we both laughed together.

"Anyway, thanks... and I'm sorry... I just... you talked with him and I have no idea what it is and I... got worried? I know it's sounds bad I'm just stupid I guess"

I should stop trying to explain myself to her I just sound worse and worse.

I really hoped she wouldn't mention this to Blake.... Even though Blake probably already knew I had issues...

"Don't worry, I know the feeling..." she answered, and for a second the way she stared in the distance almost, she looked miles away

"You do?" I just asked.

She smiled and looked at me "In my old school there was this boy, tall, lean, cute as hell, and funny and outgoing, you just always felt at ease around him"

"Kind of like Blake?"

Oh dear god shut up Lexi!

I seriously wanted to punch myself right now and I had a little trembling fit for a second.

I need warmth. But this seemed interesting.

"Ya but Blake has this sad aura around him sometimes, Fred never did" she answered, smiling almost sadly.

"Fred? As in our vegetative Fred?" I snorted.

Seriously, stupid much Lexi? She's talking about some guy! You should listen!

"No another one... anyway I've always been a little freak when it came to my grade and he was the best in our class in science so he offered me to help him... and well... after a few weeks we started to go out. He was just... so happy all the time, so full of life and smiling and laughing, always cracking jokes and just... kind... you felt at ease around him, comforted." she explained and just the way she talked about him, still wearing that smile, definitely sad smile actually, but they way her eyes glowed...

"You loved him" I just stated.

She nodded, looking down "I still do..."

"What happened? He doesn't anymore?" I asked, my voice I hoped soothing and not trembling from the cold.

She shook her head and the next words, she whispered them "He died. Cancer."

My eyes bulged.

OH SHIT!

NO!

"Oh my god..." I covered my mouth with my palm "I'm SO sorry"

Oh god, that was SO awful! Poor POOR Emily!

Okay I SERIOUSLY couldn't hate her now, heck she could have a crush on Blake I wouldn't be mad at her... the guy she loved DIED!

"Don't worry..." she did that sad smile again and then took a deep breath and went on "so... that's why I was talking with your man. We hang in the same cemetery...You know... when someone close from you dies... Has it happen to you yet?" she asked, cutting her last sentence.

I shook my head "No"

Luckily.

She sighed "Well time will come. Nevertheless, when it happens to you, you find yourself being closer to people to whom it happened. It's stupid but it's like they are the only one that can fully grasp it, that you need to live it to know it, even though you can kind of know the feeling, you never fully grasp it until you lose that person you loved... You're lost and you need people to tell you things will be okay because it got okay for them... You need something to hold on to, to not lose yourself, and then person you loved in the end... I can't lose him there too..."

The tears were building up in her eyes and I couldn't believe I had been picturing myself hitting her head repeatedly on the white sinks just a few minutes ago.

Right now I wanted to hug her. And tell her everything would be okay.

"I'm sure he would be proud of you... you smile for him now" I told her, trying to be comforting somehow...

When I said that she half smiled genuinely "You know what? He's so right"

Confuse alert.

I frowned "What? who?"

"Blake. He says you just have that "come on, confide in me" vibe and you really do. It's like I just want to tell you all my secrets right now" she silently laughed saying that.

"That's a good thing?" I asked, my face almost guilty.

She nodded while answering "For people who lost someone they love, quite a lot"

"I'm really sorry for your lost Emily... you didn't deserve that and he didn't either..." I added again, unable to find anything appropriate.

"Thanks, and thank you for listening... It's hard to want to constantly talk about someone..."

I know the feeling sister!

"Well I'm always there to listen" I informed her.

"Thanks" she smiled and then she grabbed her stuff around the sink and I got in to shower stall and locked the door behind me, shuddering for a few seconds, still freezing and sad for Emily and proud of Blake for being there for her, and happy that he thought I had a confiding vibe and just... drained of energy seriously...

I got under the warm water with my clothes on, to was them in the shower, cause I mean who knew what had been in that pond and of course there was mud everywhere on my jeans. So I washed my clothes and then myself, staying under the warm water longer than necessary to try to get rid of the cold, trying to swallow the warmth or something, I was seriously freezing, and when I felt like I was better and my fingers were crumple I got out.

I put on my warm black sweat pants and a gray shirt, a big collar ballerina kind of thing that had the tendency to fall a little off one of my shoulders. There was hardly a shirt more comfortable than that one.

But I didn't have a hoodie anymore. And I felt cold again, now out of the warm water. And my only hoodie was completely wet right now, clean but soaked. And there were no dryers here.

I could always borrow Janna's hair bow dryer and dry it by hand...

With that goal in mind I stepped out of the shower stall, wet clean clothes in hands and almost shriek when I did and dropped the clothes.

"I thought you'd be the kind to sing in the shower. You know people who horribly sing usually do in the shower" Blake smirked, leaning against the wall by the door, inside of the bathroom.

Wow, this is... ya my mind went blank.

"Oh my god seriously Blake I think that's crossing a line, even for you" I informed him, trying to get my heartbeat back to normal.

"Hey, don't try to make me believe you think you sing well" Blake smirked wider.

I groaned and rolled my eyes "No I mean stalking me when I take my shower"

"You love it"

"You have issues" I snorted.

"Ouch" Blake said, putting his hand over his heart like I hard actually hurt him.

"Don't take it bad Blakey-Boy" I told him rolling my eyes and walked out and to my room.

"What are you doing?" Blake asked, following me.

"Gonna dry my hoodie, since I don't have a dry one anymore" I informed him, looking at him pointedly, his hot looking self wearing dry clean jeans with a nice belt his hot white shirt again and a gray sweater with a hood and a zipper in front "You're giving me that hoodie by the way" I gladly informed him.

If I had to take it off of him I seriously would. It was cold in here. And it was his fault. And I wanted a hoodie to smell and this was the perfect occasion.

I didn't have to tear it off him though because he just chuckled, shaking his head slightly, took it off and gave it to me.

I tried to not have an overly content smile when I put it on, enjoying the smell much more than I should. It would get into a problem actually... I'm getting addicted to his smell...

And there was no way I was drying mine now. Anything to be able to keep his longer!

I hang my clothes around on the hooks for that while Blake climbed up in my bed bunk.

"You like my bed bunk, don't you" I teased him when I was done.

"It has a lot of desirable aspects..." Blake smiled, and I got up too, and laid beside him.

Why am I doing this?

No rain, so it's no time for my CW kiss. My CW kiss is dead and I should remember I don't want to screw things up!

But it was hard to think that while wearing his hot smelling warm hoodie.

We were both silent for a few second, both lying on our back, looking up at the ceiling. Well Blake had his eyes closed.

"I talked with Emily..." I said, finally breaking the silence.

"Tied her up and beat the confession out of her?" Blake smiled, not moving.

"Nope, she blurred it out, all by herself" I smiled proudly.

We didn't talk for another few seconds.

"So you know?" Blake asked.

"Ya..." I trailed.

Silence again...

I wondered what he was thinking... What I would give to read his mind...

And then Blake started to speak, his voice a whisper "The changes wrought by death are in themselves so sharp and final, and so terrible and melancholy in their consequences, that the thing stands alone in man's experience, and has no parallel upon earth. It outdoes all other accidents because it is the last of them. Death does not take them away utterly, but leaves behind a mocking, tragical, and soon intolerable residue, which must be hurriedly concealed."

My voice took the same tone "Who are you quoting?"

It was heartbreakingly beautiful somehow...

"Robert Louis Stevenson in his essay; Aes Triplex."

This meant something; he wasn't saying it for nothing "You're both trying to conceal the missing part?"

"Ya..."

"How's it going for you?" I asked him and my hand somehow found his, my fingers lightly touching the skin of his warm palm.

"Better and better every day"

"She said she was glad to talk about him... Is it that way? With you? Do you always want to talk about him?"

Blake sighed and closed his hand around mine, putting them on his chest and I felt his heartbeat like this morning "Well sure I want to talk about him, but it's not the same you know, losing your brother compared to losing the one you love because sometimes you don't even like your brother, or you just aren't that close, but of course you might actually love your sibling but it's not the same connection you know? When you love someone you want to shout it to the world and talk about her all the time to the point you piss off people and you sound obsessive so it's already bad..."

"Talking from experience Blake?" I asked, my voice almost getting stuck in my throat.

I like Blake...

I like Blake...

I love Blake...

Blake smiled and started to trace patterns over my hand with his other hand "Always"

I smirked a little "You mean you and Stacey, it's the real deal?"

Blake laughed "Oh yes, I can't resist her carrot tan and annoying voice, Stacey is just the epitome of woman beauty"

And oh joy, the annoying voice sounded at the door of the room, wanting to poop anyone's party, like she always did "Did you just say I was hot?"

"I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant" Blake spoke up, not even trying to look at her while I on my side had turned on my stomach to see where she was, still holding Blake's hand though

And she went with a confused "What?"

"If I asked you if you were the most patronizing yet dismal living organism, vegetable included to ever crawl, something you do a lot, the Earth, would your answer be the same as the one to this question?"

Wow... that was a good one...

"Are you like dumb?" Stacey asked, doing some sort of bitchy squishy face and walked away.

I went back on my back and then Blake and I just looked at each other and burst laughing

"Good ones." I finally told him, nodding.

"Second one was a pick up line actually" Blake snorted.

Of course! Why wasn't I surprised?

"And how's it working for ya?"

"When I ask for sex it's better..."

I don't like this... thinking about him saying pick-up lines to future one night stands...

But I just said "Wow" mostly because I had nothing else to say and was trying not to scowl.

"Don't worry pick up line night." Blake told me, like this was answering something.

"Huh?"

"Josh and I go out and try pick up lines on girls to see how pathetic some are and which lines actually work." he explained.

Make sense. That's totally something I'd see them do...

Idiots.

"And? You're getting a lot of girl home?"

Blake chuckled "It's more like we're getting a lot of slaps"

"So what? It's like one of you and Josh's activities."

"Yep."

I sighed, "I honestly don't know a lot of thing about you... I mean I don't even know what you're favourite colour is!"

I was mouthing one of my problems with Blake. I knew so much yet so little. I knew big things but not details and yet some big things I still needed details, like that one girlfriend of his...

I needed to know so much about him... I wanted to know everything about him...

This sounded like a stalker to me...

"Try and guess it." Blake chuckled

Alright... well he usually wore dark blues and grays, black or white, sometimes green... But I mean guy favourite color wasn't going to be guessed from their clothes...

His car was blue. Dark metallic blue...

The answer was obvious "Dark blue"

"Yup, good guess"

I squeezed his hand I still hadn't let go of "I want to know why now."

"Clever little girl." Blake smirked a little but it was more of a smile than a smirk and put our hands back on his heart "The sky at night, you know right before morning when you can see Pluto. The sky is this dark blue. And there's just this split second where the time seems to stop and everything is so peaceful and for a split second I actually believe things will be okay. That's why I love dark blue."

"When you say things like that I feel so stupid..." I sighed

Why did he have to be so freaking perfect?

"I'm sure you have a good reason why green is your favourite" Blake smiled.

Wait what?

"How the frack did you know that?" I almost exclaimed.

"When we were younger you used to wear a green dress almost everyday for a while"

"It could have been some phase or my mom forced me"

Oh my god, how could he have remark that? How could he even remember?

"You still wear that color a lot..."

"You're freaky" I just stated.

Maybe he was some superhero, unnatural boy after all... and this was just a scam...

"Thanks. SO? Story?" Blake asked, urging.

"Green looks nice?" I tried, looking a little guilty.

Yes I loved green but explain why to you... no reason, I just did.

"On you it does" Blake smiled the dimple smile and I could feel his heart beating... was it faster?