This is my first try at writing. Please be kind. I am more of an artist. So now I am trying to
paint a picture with words. Tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fake. I love it, and wish it were mine. Yet sadly I am not that lucky. I own
only the story. That is all.



Intelligence means nothing. Well, at least I know I am smarter than he is.

I am always right too. He gets upset so easily. At times he can be so withdrawn until

he gets mad. We are so different. I don't know why we stay together.



He is coming closer. It must be difficult to gripe someone out that is

taller than you. It doesn't bother me that he has to look up at me, but I can see in his

eyes that it makes him angrier. Or it could be the conceited look on my face.



Oh great, are those tears swelling up behind his eyes. I would never

degrade myself to cry. He is going to do it. The dam has broken. He knows just how

to hurt me the most. I pull him close to comfort him. He tries to brake free, but I am

stronger than he is.



Finally, he wiggles free from my grasp. I prepare myself for another fight.

There is something wrong. The emotion behind his eyes has changed again. It looks

almost like a frightened little rabbit that is about to flee.



Yep, I was right. He turned and ran away. Instead of facing his problem,

he took the easy way out. That is so dishonorable. I will have to teach him a lesson.

The only problem now is finding his hiding place. Sometimes he can be so immature.