How Did I?
Merton looked up from his black silk-sheeted bed, to the plain white ceiling. He truly didn't know how this started, how his head and heart went into two separate directions to follow, catch on, or think on certain things. To both parts, heart and head, everything made sense and then none at all. He didn't know where to begin, to think or analyze the situation.
It wasn't entirely his fault. Tommy had been apart of it to. Tommy Dawkins, the Pleasantville football hero and all around American werewolf, had a part in placing Merton in his predicament. For making him think more than he should, for making him more of a 'Freaker' than he already was.
Merton couldn't understand it; this was just to brain wracking for him. He gave a strangled cry of frustration, grabbed his pillow and crushed it against his chest. "I can't believe that I'm in love with Tommy."
He hit contact with the pillow towards his face now, and all that Merton could do was yell into it. This was just to confusing to be a hormone driven teenage to be in love this way. Especially when you're trying to figure out how it all began.
"How did I fall in love with him, my best friend?" Merton asked, alone in his lair, with only four walls to listen to him. Walls that have the incapability of giving any answers back about the beginning.
