She was his.
She was with him, wrapped in his arms.
And if only for that one night in his life would she be his, that would be okay.
Because really that would be so much more than he had ever expected.
He hadn't planned on it. Had never planned on it.
All he had planned on doing tonight was confronting her.
Confronting how she treated people. Confronting all the lies she had told.
Confronting her for being so fake.
He never knew she could be so open. So real.
He never knew how truly scared she was of the world, of all the people at OCD.
He never knew that she actually felt intimidated by people like Layne Abeley or Claire Lyons.
But now he's glad he knows now. Because being with her at that moment felt so right, so natural, especially knowing that she was just a regular, average teenage girl, who hid her feelings a bit too well.
(:Review? I just really wanted to post something before I went on one-week hiatus(: sorry if it sucked:/