I felt my black bed sheets twist around my ankle as I rolled over in bed for the umpteenth time tonight. Restless wasn't even the word for it, it felt like I would close my eyes for ten minutes and snap them back open only to roll over again. I couldn't get comfy or cozy. It felt like I was sleeping on a piece of plywood. Even the blankets on my bed felt itchy making me kick them off at some point through the night.

Sitting up I looked at the digital clock on my bedside table, 3:10, sighing I ran my fingers through my bed ridden hair and untwisted the black sheet from around my ankle. What was wrong with me?

I'll tell you what's wrong with me, her name is Clare Edwards. The moment she showed up on my step this evening I knew nothing but troublesome thoughts would run through out my mind for the rest of the night. Thoughts of sadness, happiness, passion and lust. Thoughts of running after her as she took off down the sidewalk with her bike. Thoughts of her limp body laying on the side of the road as the midnight rain fell upon her. Thoughts of her perfectly, naked body pressed firmly against my bedroom door ran around in the back of my mind only to be driven over by the saddening thought of her crying body sprawled out on her own bed, eyes covered, lips trembling, silent whispers of hatred passing her parted lips.

What was I suppose to do? Go against everything she believed and had faith in? That wasn't Clare Edwards. That was a girl who has something against her parents. I didn't mean to hurt her or scare her off but the moment those words flew out of her mouth my mind went in over drive. I couldn't do this to her, certainly when she wasn't thinking logically. Of course I wanted to, I am just your normal teenage boy with hormones and everything but not now, not here, certainly not when sex was used in spit of her getting back at her parents.

The sound of my feet patting across the floor of my bedroom seemed to echo throughout the room, pulling a pair of black jeans off the door of my closet I hopped around slightly only to fall back against a pile of boxes. Getting up and walking towards my window I closed the button of my jeans and sighed as I heard the rain from earlier start to fall once again. Pushing the dark curtain to one side nothing but darkness seemed to be outside. The only light was coming from a light pole which was placed a few houses down from mine.

Grabbing my hoodie from the back of my desk chair I swiftly picked up my keys and slowly opened my bedroom door, trying my best to avoid the squeak of the hinges. Making my way quickly down the stairs I stopped and looked around the corner into the kitchen and looked at the time on the stove.

Should I call her? Text her? IM her? Are you silly Eli she's probably in bed right now.

Chuckling silently and shaking my head I shoved my feet into my shoes and pulled the front door open, maybe I should get an umbrella?