Fanboy- A Fangirl story by Rainbow Rowell

Us

I like to watch Cath while she sleeps, watching the faint rise and fall of her chest, and the flickering of her eyelids, lost in dreams she will inevitably forget. If she knew I watched her, she would undoubtedly be embarrassed, so I don't tell her. These days, she sleeps with her soft brown hair laid out on my chest most nights, apologising profusely because she thinks it might be uncomfortable for me. I always tell her otherwise, how could I ever be uncomfortable with the girl I love most in the world sleeping inches away from my face. 

These days, she stays in my room, at the top of the winding staircase of my shared house, and sneaks out early in the morning, before she can face the embarrassment of one my housemates meeting her in the kitchen. I don't know why she is still embarrassed by this, we have been together for almost two years, and she sees the guys multiple times a week. But that's Cath. 

She always makes it back to her dorm before Reagan awakes ; to avoid the embarrassment of revealing to my ex girlfriend that she just stayed over at my house. Again, I tell her Reagan doesn't care, but that's Cath. Usually, when people say this, it is just feign, a cover up for unresolved feelings, but I am being absolutely genuine, and I hope Cath knows this. Reagan and I dated almost 4 years ago, when we were just teens living in a small town, with a small number of people. We split in a manner that still allowed us to be friends, even now, with both us having the knowledge that we dated for lack of other people, not for suitability. 

Despite this, good, sweet Cath is never seems jealous of my previous relationship with Reagan, and like everything, she accepts it as a fact of life and goes on with her friendship with Reagan, and her relationship with me. 

All is right with the world, and all is well with me.