I was so caught up in the moment I didn't notice him move closer until our lips were a centimetre apart. "I can't Felix." My voice was hoarse as I spoke. My nerves were sky high. He grinned at me mischievously. "Luanne-," he shook his head "you know, that's probably the crappiest excuse I've ever heard." He chuckled softly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I quivered ever so slightly as his breath fanned my face. I stiffened noticeably. "Our love is forbidden." I croaked out. "Isn't that the best kind?" Within a spilt second, Felix grasped my face. __________________________________ A messy room perfectly describes Luanne's life. From the moment it started, it had always been in shambles. It was tarnished and plagued by her own thoughts in the dark. Her life was a disastrous mess. Everything was out of line - emotions strewn everywhere. Left with a drunkard boyfriend and a deadbeat Dad, not a thing in her life was in order. So what's worth cleaning your room for? A certain green eyed boy had just the answer to that exact question. After all, who knew a clumsy boy would have the perfect hands for helping?