He walked into the room quietly. He sat directly on the bed and burst out laughing at the IM conversation Miley and I were having. I grabbed my computer quickly before he could scroll up only to see that it was actually about him. I set the Macbook down on my desk and sat down next to him, pulling my knees up to my chin.

"Whats wrong?" He asked. I sighed.

"Joe... I..." I started. I stood up and opened my window. It was a large one that led out onto the roof of my ktichen, and had a clear view of the moon. I waved my hand for him to come with me. He followed. The two of us sat there on the cold roon facing each other.

"What's going on?" He asked kindly. He was a sensitive, sweet, caring guy. Absolutly perfect. So, why was it so hard to do this?

"Well... I was thinking..." I started. I bit my lip and looked up at him. "About... last night..." I countined. He nodded and looked me in the eyes.

"I know. I have been too."

"And... I don't know... I just... Miley says that writing about stuff like that and it acutally happening are two totally different things. And... I'm... I'm just really terrified. Of all that. Reading most of it back, I can tell that I put that terrified emotion into it. Most of the first few chapters are basically her saying she's so scared and all that crap. I just..." I rambled awkwardly. The entire conversation had been uncomfortable.

"Lilly, I know I won't go anywhere you don't want to go, but... I mean... Its not like that stuff doesn't scare me too." He said in a totally calm voice. I could feel terror building in my stomach. I shifted uncomfotably.

"It does?" I asked raising my eyes in a innocent way. He nodded.

"Yeah. I honestly... I don't know what I would do in that situation... but... if we don't go that far, we don't really have to worry about it, right?" I smiled at him. He put an arm over my shoulders and pulled me closer to him.

"I... I just figured... that you..."

"I'm scared too. I just... I think... your really young. And... I shouldn't be putting you in this situation."

"I'm not that young. I'm 14. Your 16. Thats not a huge difference." He raised his eyebrows at me.

"Plus your dad would probably kill me."

True.

onshotttttt.

i kinda suck at oneshots, but... i had to.

happy, sophie?