When I approached the softball field, he stood leaning against one of the benches in the dugout. Even from afar I could tell his body was visibly tense. I stopped right in front of him unsure if I should walk any closer.

His head was hanging down, so that his piercing eyes were hidden from me. We stood in silence for a few moments before I opened my mouth to speak.

"Hey," I almost didn't recognize my voice, it was barely above a whisper. He didn't raise his head. "If we're not gonna talk I'm leaving. I have take care of Shelley tonight." Still no response. Figures. I scoff at him and decide it's time to leave.

As I turn to go his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He pulled me towards him and buried his head in my neck. I felt his body slowly relax as my arms wrapped around him. "I'm sorry" was weakly whispered into my neck.

I slowly pulled back. He brought his face up from my neck, meeting my eyes for the first time. They were beautiful, beautiful, stormy brown eyes. We stared at each other, hiding in a world just for us.

Our lips came crashing together. My arms around his neck, with his hands on my waist. I let myself get lost in him.