Mind Reader

It was 1:00 am. Troy and I were just outside my balcony. I loved nights like these. The moon was shining in the sky, and a warm, gentle breeze would sway through the trees. We were talking and sharing a cup of coffee. We've been doing this a lot lately.

Ever since the musical, we have become closer and closer. We were there for each other anytime we needed. A fight with our parents, an argument with our friends, we could count on each other to be there.

Troy was sitting there, talking about basketball and the pressure his dad was putting on him once again. I sat there and stared at him. I couldn't help it. The way his shaggy hair would continue to move in the wind, the way he would rub the back of his neck when he would talk about something that made him tense, and the way every time I looked into his eyes, I felt like I could do anything. They were the same eyes that gave me the confidence to sing, and they were the same eyes that told me he believed in me.

I looked up at him again and he stopped all of a sudden. Oh god I hope he didn't notice me staring.

"Yeah?" I said a little worried

"What are you thinking about?" he asked

"What?" I replied confused

"You know. What are you thinking about right now?"

I was thinking about how much I wanted to kiss him, and how I was in love with him. But I couldn't let him know that.

"Come on Gabi."

That was the third time he had asked me that. I never realized how persistent he was.

"I don't know. It's nothing." I said bluntly

"Yeah it is, just tell me." He said as he sparked out that smile of his that made me melt.

"Okay okay. If I tell you what's on my mind, will you tell me what you're thinking?"

I simply nodded

I had a think about, but I figured I should just tell him; he's going to have to know sooner or later. I mean I've been keeping this in for a really long time now. What was the worst that could happen? Troy has always been the one person I could trust. He was my best friend. We did everything together, and things between us have been going smooth and consistent. But if I told him things could be better than they already are. I just hope he feels the same way.

The next thing I knew, he had kissed me. His soft lips were pressed against mine in a passionate yet utterly romantic kiss. Shocked at first, I eventually gave in and deepened it. As we pulled apart and broke our embrace we both smiled and looked into each other's eyes.

"So…" he began. "I told you or I guess I should say showed you what I was thinking, now it's your turn."

"Don't have to" I said with a smirk on my face

He looked at me confused. "Why not?"

"You already read my mind"

He just smiled at me and then he leaned in once more.