Midnight Sun Entry

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She laid there on her back, sweat still shining in a sheer layer on her skin. The AC of our tiny RV filled the silence with its buzzing, though it wasn't doing more than blowing the hot, summer air around. Her brown eyes stared up at the ceiling in a glassy dead way but I still thought she was beautiful. In truth there was beauty in the way she seemed to just hang in space all limp like. Small pink lips slightly parted, her buck teeth peeked out.

I don't know what makes me love her so. She is a miserable mess. Angry with herself and in love at the same time. Not even in a poetic way that just draws you in. She is honestly at conflict internally and laughing at her own pointless misery that when I ask what she's thinking she smiles at me.

Despite our constant fighting, I think she is always smiling at me. In the way a mother smiles at her child when they are having a tantrum. That slow smirk that says "I know better". Sometimes it isn't even physical. I think there is this place in her mind. Maybe some falling meteor in the expansive void that her subconscious self stands on and just smirks at me.

"Where have you gone, my dreamer?" Her sweet tongue curls around the words like a sappy love story. My vision focuses again and I look at her again. Her lazy grin widens, "You've been staring at me for ten minutes now."

Heat rushes to my face. "I was just thinking, nothing worth talking about." I stammered out. "Do you want to maybe get out of here? The sun isn't going to go down for a few more hours and I can't help but feel like we are wasting the day by just sitting here in bed?"

She laughed at my embarrassment. "Leave? When we can stay in bed forever and grow old like the grandparents from Charlie and the Chocolate factory?" I crinkled my nose at her joke. She wasn't great at humor but she always tried.

"We should get out of bed. We can meet up with everyone at the movies. It'll be fun, y'know? Evie keeps asking when you're going to come around again. Going could show everyone you're making an effort since what happened at the party last week." I lied, omitting the part where Evie was only asking when I would come around again.

She sighed loudly and sat up, the smile on her face falling away. "Why should I bother making an effort? I don't have to apologize. I don't care if Evie likes me or not, she's your friend, not mine. Why should I give a rat's ass what Evie Holbrook thinks of me?"

Her eyes dropped down to my hands suddenly and she sighed again. "I'll get you a bandage." I followed her gaze to realize that I had picked my cuticle open, a nervous habit. Though we've been together for weeks now, her sudden mood changes always manage to shock me. Iris is a great girl don't get me wrong, but for some reason she had a strong dislike of Evie.

A few minutes passed before she came back, her face was damp like she'd splashed water on it in the bathroom. In her hand she carried a plastic bandage. "Here, if we're meeting with your friends, I'm going to have to wear more than a sweaty T-shirt right?" I let out a chuckle, hoping it sounded smooth but really it just sounded like a cough.