• I sighed, a deep breath that thickened the air with unsaid words. Doesn't matter if I say them or not, nobody will hear me. The early winter frost bit at my nose as I sat in wait on the wooden bench outside of the school. My father was late to pick me up... Again. Why was he always running behind? I can't begin to imagine. But all I knew was that I was sitting outside alone, and the sun was gone. A full moon lightened the park in an aminous glow.
    It was probably a good thing he is late. I am a mess. My eyes are all red and puffy, reacting to hard crying. I was stood up at the dance again today. Well, I wasn't really stood up. I never asked Andrew if he wanted to go. I just expected him to be there. As if to wipe away another one of my falling tears, the breeze pushed against my face. It was nice, feeling something other then the heavy weight of heartbreak. It blew my dark chocolate hair behind me in a cascade of locks.
    I might as well cut them off.
    It's not like he's going to like me the way I love him. I'm just not nearly as good. He is as perfect as they come and I'm.... An albino gothic freak. Not really gothic... I'm more of the typical steriotype emo. I'm a cutter. But... Only he knows that. I trusted him with that information. He is my friend, after all. I trust him. But should I? Some friends say yes, some say no. It's very confusing.
    My eyebrows pulled together as I thought about that matter some more. My thoughts became deep and thick. They swallowed me whole, black leggings and all. Dad said he'd be about half an hour, a little more. I had time.
    I want to trust him, I really do, but there has to be some kind of motive behind him. Some things just don't make sence, though. I'll just back off and see if he can be trusted.
    Was my origional thought. Well, that did not turn out well. Truth is, I need him in my day. Backing off killed me.

    But I know I should. It would be better for him if I was just gone. Perhaps if I left silently, his bright future wouldn't be too effected. I mean, it will be so easy to forget your little passed goth friend. She doesn't mean much, anyways. More tears fell of my cold cheeks as I thought about leaving him. I reached down and turned up the volume on my iPod. Paper Wings by Rise Against blasted in my ears. It was better to drown away the sounds of my sobbing then to try to work it out.
    I threw my head into my hands and sobbed. I was alone, anyways.
    But there was a hand on my shoulder. With tear stained cheeks and eyeline running down in random patterns, I looked up to see who it was. At that moment, my heart shuddered and completely missed two beats. Andrew stood there, tux and all.
    "Why are you hiding over here?" He asked in his usual, happy go-lucky voice. Even in the dull moonlight, he was stunning.
    "I'm not. I'm... Sitting." My voice was hoarse and cracked, horrifying in comparioson to his. Why was just trying to talk to him making me want to cry even more? He sat on the open spot next to me with grace. Something else I didn't have.
    He looked at my swollen eyes, hot tears searing trails down my face still. "Sam, are you okay?" He asked sensitivly.
    I took a deep breath and prepaired myself. I wasn't waiting any longer. He wanted to know, so it was time to stick my feelings out there, no matter how much it terrified me.
    "Sam?"
    "No. I'm not. But, Andrew, you aren't either. You are more then okay. You are the best thing to ever roam the Earth. I waited for you to show inside, but you never came... I wanted to tell yu-" My voice kept cracking, sounding more and more afriad as I progressed. Tears threatened to fall again, so I looked down at my hands.
    "I love you." It was out there, twinkling with the silver stars in the sky. But those weren't my words. Not my voice. I snapped my head up to face him. That's when I noticed that he was close enough to me that I could tell how warm he was. His face was also reletively close to mine. I gasped and try to pul away, to shrink away. But his hand came up and cupped my jaw to keep my eyes on him. He leaned in, but I didn't know what he was doing until his lips touched mine. My eyes remained open, as did his. Then I noticed that around his eyes were red, as if he had been crying also. His lips were warmer then mine and pressed against mine hard.
    When he releaced me, he faced the ground. In a more quiet voice, he mumbled to me. "Sorry. I... I really should have told you before. But ever since the sixth grade.... I wanted to do that. Real bad." My eyes just froze open in shock. As if he had unlocked them, my lips now were able to form the words. "Andrew, shut up. I love you."