Yet another story. I'm sorry :] I was bored, so I was like "HEY! I'll post this now!" It's the shortest one of the batch yet. Thank God this is just an introduction, so y'all can't kill me (:

Apparently I like writing short stories - so this, yes, is one, too. Maybe. I really dunno because I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS ONE!

This story was all just a dream I had between Kevin Jonas and I - I put it into writing, though. There's a lot more to the dream, but I don't know how to write it yet, because it would be so short.

I hope you like it?

But don't get too attatched to it. I dunno where it's headed yet! I just have 1 or 2 ideas for it so far.

review pleeease?

-Ness.

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"How old are you again?" I asked the straight haired boy leaning against the counter. He looked over to me fully blown away that I was asking him that question.

"What?" He responded – completely confused.

"How old are you?" I restated the question. No, this isn't a 'Twilight' rip off.

"15." He looked at me and smiled.

"Oh." I looked back, a little embarrassed.

"And you?" The boy blissfully continued the conversation, but directing it toward me.

"13." I looked away this time.

"Oh." He said, too.

I guess our ages never mattered until now. I thought.

Still; we didn't talk for a while after that.

"What's wrong, Natalie?" He finally broke out. It looked like he's been holding that one in for a while. I guess he's noticed I've been acting eccentric.

"Nothing's wrong." I said quietly. He could totally tell I was covering something up.

"Just tell me."

"No."

"Please?"

"No, Kevin."

"Why?"

"Because."

"That isn't an answer."

"Sure it is, Kev."

I started walking out of the room.

"Wait! Natalie. Please. You can tell me. Maybe I can help." He pleaded.

"Are you ever going to give up?" I shot at him.

"Nope." He smiled that gorgeous smile of his.

"Trust me. You really can't help with this." I said truthfully – but he didn't look too convinced.

And so he stared at me until I told him.

1, 2, 3, 4….

I counted in my head and stood there – holding his trance.

57, 58, 59, 60.

That was a wasted minute. He never shifted his position against the counter in his kitchen.

"You really wanna know?" I finally caved in.

The boy – my best friend - looked at me and nodded anxiously.

I sighed and reluctantly responded.

"I love you."

Then I walked out the front door and toward home without looking back at his beautiful face. And he didn't stop me this time.