Lilly's Creek
"Lilly, I swear that ladder is going to kill me someday," Alexander said as he tumbled through my window.
I laughed at him as he brushed himself off, "It's not my fault you way about 50 pounds more than the girl my brother had climbing through his window."
Alexander plopped down on the corner of my bed, "I am not kidding, you really need to get a new ladder."
I leaned forward so I was closer to him on the bed, "If you want a new one so bad, go get it yourself."
"You have no concern for my safety," he joked, "Someday that ladder is going to collapse beneath my and I'm going to die and its going to be all your fault."
"Oh no! It is not going to be on my shoulders. It'll be Dawson's fault," I shrugged, and leaned back against my pillows.
"Sure. But what are you going to do when I'm gone. You are going to be completely lost without me."
I scoffed at him, "You are exactly like your aunt!"
"Uh, no no no!" he said, getting up to sit right next to me, "I am nothing like that anal control freak!"
"You are so blind!"
"Okay, okay, I can prove I'm nothing like my aunt."
"Oh, yeah? How?"
"I mean think about it, she's a book editor and I'm next to illiterate," He said with fake sincerity.
I laughed and looked away, "See there you go again," I turned back to him, "That was totally a Pacey remark."
"See! Pacey is not Joey!" Alexander retorted.
"But he is married to her!" I threw back.
"And?"
"And he grew up with her, those two thing put together makes him a derivative of Joey."
"Whatever," he rolled his eyes and got up, "In my opinion, you are way more like Joey than I am," He stated passively.
I gasped, "How?"
"Come on, Lilly! What book has that girl written, or edited for that matter, that you haven't read?"
I sat up straight and crossed my arms, wiping the joking look away from my features, "Well, only because Dawson practically forces it down my throat. Oh look what the girl I loved in high school wrote! Read it, read it, read it!"
"Oh come on," Alex said, plopping down squarely next to me on the bed, and leaning towards me, "You know you love them, every last word," he whispered mockingly.
My eyes locked with his, and my smile turned sweet, "You know what I love?"
"What?" He whisperd.
"You..." I breathed, and he leaned farther in towards me until our lips met. We kissed softly, and I smiled at him as he pulled away.
"I love you too," he said, brushing the hair away from my face...
