Lizzie's POV:
I think I like Carl. But, the problem is that he's one of my best friends. Ever since I've been here at the prison we've spent so much time together. I fell for his piercing blue eyes and dark brown hair. His blue flannel and dark ripped jeans with tennis shoes or boots.
I tried to act normal around him. It was squarely hard. And I felt so, embarrassed around him. My sisters never around. She's always with Molly. She played with all the kids.
Carl and I take shifts. That was because we were older. Every other night me and Carl had night watch. We didn't talk. It was silent most of the time. I never want to be the first one to talk. My voice would be shaky and it would make him wonder.
I don't know why I'm so, scared and nervous around him. I feel so, weird but I like him.
Carl's POV:
Recently, Lizzie, one of my close friends has been, quieter then before. She started talking less to me. I don't know why. I really want to know.
I don't want to ask out of the blue. But I'm really, anxious to know what it is. We used to talk all the time in our night shifts. Now it's just silent. We can hear the crickets. The wind blowing and our breathing.
It's sometimes too quiet. It's awkward. Confusing mostly. She's been acting weird. Like, she hasn't been hanging out with me as much as we used to.
I really wanted to know. Tonight's watch I'm asking her.
