I remember seeing him laid out on the couch, reading. I stood at the end of the couch, trying to get Chris' attention. All he did was look up, blink his large hazel eyes and then look back at the book, turning the page with his thin, tattooed fingers. I went into the bedroom, climbing onto my bed and sighing. Devin was sat in his bed, but I didn't wanna disturb his sleep. I wrapped my hair around my finger, before curling up and pulling my blankets over my pale, slightly shaking body and crying silently. I wanted him to notice me, I wanted the truth to be known. I had to tell him I loved him, but I thought of waiting. We were heading back home tomorrow. We would have to drop Chris at his house in Scranton, before heading to the neighbouring town to get home. I decided to sleep...
