"When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew."
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"He's coming!"
"Shit, shit-! Get in the house! Lock the door!"
"The door just broke!"
"What the fuck?!"
"Run upstairs, hurry!"
"I-I can't, he's too fast! Come back downstairs, I can't see!"
"Are you on the refrigerator?"
"Yes, I am!"
". . ."
"I don't think he can jump on."
"What?"
"Yeah, look at him. Don't get too close, though, or he'll start chasing you again. He keeps trying to jump on the refrigerator, but he can't."
"So we're safe . . ."
"I mean, he's still in the house. The second I jump off, he'll kill me."
". . . Maybe we can trick him? You jump, I get close, he starts chasing me, and then you run upstairs."
"What about you? He'll kill you."
"Don't worry about me, I'll juke him out."
"Justin, are you sure about this? We're out of extra lives. If you die, it's all up to me."
"I won't die."
". . . Okay, okay. But if you can't jump over him, just run out the house. I'll follow you. And we'll make a plan from th- What the heck?"
"Where did he go?!"
"I think . . . he disappeared. The scary music stopped, too."
Justin laughs at the video game, shaking his head. We've been playing Little Big Planet 3 for about three hours now, and the amount of excitement and horror and comedy that has ensued is honestly ridiculous. I imagined that I'd feel a tiny bit awkward at Justin's house - even after accidentally kissing him here once - but I honestly couldn't feel any more comfortable. It's just . . . There's something about him, or about the atmosphere in the room, that is just so solacing. I almost feel like I live here, like I've known Justin and his mom for years.
"He must've heard us planning and got scared," says Justin, a cheerful tone in his voice - contrasting against the dark waves that surround us, spurred on by his speech alone.
I shrug, yawning. "Well, I am known to be a bad ass bitch."
He laughs again, making me smile. I wish I had words to describe how melodic, how pleased, how satisfied his laughs make me. I don't even know why. Maybe it's the way it floats to my ears, coated in the onyx color of his voice. He has a nice-sounding voice; a tad higher than most boys, and a tiny bit raspy. Or maybe it's not his voice at all that makes me so content? Maybe it's the way he smiles with his teeth, or the way his chocolate-brown eyes light up.
Or maybe it's just him. Maybe I'm not in love with his laughs, or his voice - but just him.
In love. You're in love.
My smile freezes at the thought. Love. I've always played around with the word, played around with my feelings for Justin. Love makes a person vulnerable. Love makes a person weak. And I don't want to be weak. I can't afford to be weak, not while I'm hiding my sexuality behind layers and layers of sarcasm and anger and sadness. And I definitely can't afford to let Justin make me weak. Not only is he supposedly straight, but he's turned into one of my best friends. Walking down that road would be a major mistake.
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