She got back into bed.

For a moment there, I thought that she would leave; and that scared me. I don't know

why it scared me, She's just an eighteen year old girl… woman. I don't even know why I

offered her a ride home. Maybe it was because she looked so sad and that intrigued me.

Chloe's not the type to show her sadness to the world. She's almost like me in sense.

That's probably why I enjoy her company so much. She's the only person in this town

that I don't have to censor conversations with; for fear that they would get confused.

That's what we were doing, having a conversation, when I offered her a ride home. And

for some inexplicable reason, that ride home, ended up at my house not hers. I don't

regret it, maybe she does, but I don't. Being with her felt so natural and I'll tell that to her

and all those who oppose. Not know though, perhaps, in the morning. I want this time

with her to last as long as it can. Hopefully, there will be many nights like these to come.