In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.

She writes all night. He flirts with girls all night. But when they come together in his room... the Cool Boy of the school and the Socially Inept Girl share a bed and make the night theirs. © 2014 All rights reserved | Short-Story #2 | Humour #15 |

"Unfortunately, I am in love with you. The unfortunate part about it is that you are real... and I am not."