There was nothing. No music. No audience. No extras. No lights. No world. There was only him. His azure blue eyes shut and his eyelashes shifted in color as the light hit them. Lips puckered and head tilted, I knew I was gone. Our game was fun, but there was now a victor. I had lost, so I gave in. My eyes shut and an interminable second passed by in which all was dark. Then nothing was dark. I was surrounded by light and it was burning. He had struck a match I feared would never be put out. And the world kept burning.

Red clouded my vision and, I'm sure, my face. We had stopped kissing at some point, all I could recall was the sensation of coming down from a big high. I couldn't look at anyone at the moment so I looked down. The audience barely registered with me. I couldn't look at him. I knew he would have that smug look on his face. Maybe I was in love, maybe he was telling the truth about it all. And was it really so bad? In this moment, it doesn't feel like it. So I looked up and smiled at him.

His face was so earnest I felt as if the world had shifted, something had made Chad a different person. He was looking at me with a smile, a real smile, a smile that glistened with the joy in which it was made. His skin shined and his hair was perfect and I was in a daze because his eyes made me so emotional in that moment. He looked so young, so naïve, so alive. My breath was hot and he was so close.

The curtain dropped, finally. I decided to breathe, finally. And Marshall came up to us to congratulate us, "Guys that was great!" He thrust his fists into the air, "Chad when you-and then-oh thennn-Sonny you went-It was great! The audience loved it! Congrats kiddos!" He had a huge smile on his face and stood in front of us for a few seconds before awkwardly turning away and running off to talk to someone else.

I hesitantly smiled at Chad and he smiled back. He seemed in a daze.

"Chad, I-I-I really don't know what to say." I laughed at myself for the incoherence of my words.

"Neither do I." His voice was strangely husky and it took my breath away.

Someone shouted for us to get off stage so we quickly moved behind the set. We stopped before going into wardrobe. We had about ten minutes til the end of the show and I wasn't in the next sketch so we both had time.

I couldn't stop staring at him, and I had an inclination that the feeling was mutual. We were both in bliss, I mean: at least I knew I was.

"Sonny-I-that was-thank you."

I laughed, "What? Why are you thanking me?"

He smirked that annoying, gorgeous, smirk at me, "I don't know."

My face was hot and it was bliss.

It lasted three seconds until the he said, "So are you in love with me now?"