"Okay." He leaned back down, " I believe you."

I took a silent deep breath, hoping he wouldn't catch on. I was seriously okay, for the most part. But, he didn't need to know that. 

I leaned back against the wall behind the bed, meaning all I had to do to see Liam was turn my head slightly to the left and down, guess who did just that?

"Wanna take a shower?" I asked. He shook his head, looking up at me. "I'll take one tomorrow." He whispered, looking at me with those red orbs, they were like blood. Deadly, beutiful, wonderful blood. 

He was the first to break the long, indering stare, looking away at nothing on the cieling. 

"Ever feel weird?" He muttered. I swallowed a huge lump that had formed in my throat. All the time.

"Sometimes." I answered. 

There was a conforting silence, one that you don't want to break and yet, it would be so easy to end. Just a simple quiet. A nice quiet. 

"Good," He said, flipping over so he was on his stomach, looking straight at me. "Cause your the defenition of weird." He broke out in a small chuckle, I simply rolled my eyes. 

"And here I thought you were being serious." I quipped, slapping him playfully on the sholder. 

He nodded his head, "Ya, me too." He sighed then smiled at me with the precious, unperfect teeth. 

I smiled back. Not caring that, even though everything I was feeling in that moment, in the everlasting, wonderful moment, was probably going to bring me into hell and back. And, me being me, couldn't seem to care one bit. 

It continued like that, us just talking, the nothingness of all of the conversations slowly taking it's toll on us. He kept looking at me with those eyes, my knees, even thought not standing on them, felt weak. 

We fell asleep. Not cudling by any means but, I was sitting up, my head dangling over my sholder. He was close but still far enough away to where it didn't look like we meant to fall asleep toether. He was snoring peacfully beside me as I drifted off myself. Wondering why so close?