Awkward.

"So, how do you wanna do this" She asked, standing on the opposite side of the room. I shrugged in response, taking off my shirt and throwing it on a chair

"Whoa, what are you doing?" She pressed on, shielding her eye's with her hands as you would when the sun comes into view

"Umm, You do know there's no way out of this. So we might as well get it over with" The way she sauntered to the side of the bed and sat down told me that she was stalling

"What are you so afraid of anyways?" I question, laying down and looking towards her way. She sighed and layed down next to me, but she didn't turn my way.

"Do you ever feel like you want to do something and at the same time you know you shouldn't, but you know the consequences if you do so you kind of wing it till it actually happens?" I thought about her question for a bit, then answered her.

"No, not really. I just do it not really giving a shit what happens next" I choke out a laugh even though that was the total wrong answer to give

"Well you just branded that you're a complete asshole" she huffed

"You're not the first to think that" was my only comeback.

We sat there in silence as the wind outside picked up. I was just about to call it a night when she opened her mouth

"Well this is Awkward"