Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl

Fine

>I cried writing this

>You know who you are

>I'm very sorry, love

>I always am

>I can only hope that one day you can forgive me for all the inconveniences I've caused you

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Layla: (Sitting in her boyfriend's arms on her couch, watching a movie. She looks up at him.) I made my little brother watch Larry Stylinson videos. (both giggle) He was just like 'the gay is oozing off of them'. I was dying.

Henry: Yeah. You can't really say that 'No Control' isn't about Larry morning sex. I mean come on! You might as well have said (singing) 'waking up beside Haz I'm a loaded dick. I can't contain this anymore. We need to fuck my eyes are closed. No control!'

Layla: (laughing) I love how you support this ship as much as I do.

Henry: There's no use in denying my love for Larry.

Layla: (laughs longer then needs to, stops, looks back up at him, looks down, hesitating) Um...

Henry: (clearly sees her struggling) What's wrong?

Layla: (intertwining her fingers with her shirt, looking down, almost afraid) Is it me or do we not hang out as much anymore? I don't know. I just feel like it's been a while since we've done this. It might just be me. I'm probably blowing this way out of proportion.

Henry: (looks down at her on his chest, confused) We don't really hang out as much I guess. But we see each other in school all the time. We have every class together. We're best friends. It's not like we're drifting apart.

Layla: (sits up in a panic) Well no, I wasn't saying that. I just noticed we haven't been. (small) I don't know.

Henry: Yeah I guess not. I've been pretty busy. Got a lot of stuff.

Layla: (embarrassed) Yeah. We've defiantly got busy schedules. But if your cool. Like I'm fine. It's not a big deal. I just noticed. That's all.

Henry: (conserved) Is everything okay? You seem almost worried.

Layla: (sits on the other side of the couch) I'm not...why would I be? (talking slower, scared) I'm just talking to you. It's fine. I'm fine. Like I'm cool. If your okay I'm fine. It's all good. I'm fine.

Henry: (gets closer, very concerned) Okay you're nervous. When your nervous you ramble. What's up?

Layla: (stands up, twists the lining of her shirt) No. I'm fine. (almost shouting) I'm not nervous. About anything. I'm just sitting here. Watching a movie. Well the movie's paused now but I'm just here. Sitting. Standing. I'm alright. I'm fine. You don't have to like be worried. I'm not nervous. I'm okay.

Henry: (gently walks toward her) Layla, you're rambling. You're repeating yourself. You're nervous. Talk to me.

Layla: (draws further into herself) I'm okay, Henry.

Henry: (almost annoyed) See no. You used my full name. No Henny or broski or love or another pet name.

Layla: (yelling) Just drop it! Okay? I'm fine! Why does there always have to be something wrong with me? Why can't I just be fine? Why can't I just be happy? Why is there something always wrong?! I'm fine! (panting)