Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I'm just fooling around. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and its characters.
4.
"You seem down today," is the first thing he says when he sees me. As I get myself settled into the seat beside him, he scrutinizes me and as per usual, I flush. "Hey pretty girl. You never look at me. What's wrong?" he says as he brushes a few strands of flyaways from my face.
I don't know if I should tell him what he doesn't know. Am I lying if I hide it from him?
I throw him a hesitant smile and shake my head minutely as a slight frown takes shape on his perfect features.
I'm lonely, is what I want to tell him.
I'm scared, is what's at the base of my throat.
Thank you for being so nice, is what goes through my mind.
But I say nothing as I start to draw another one of the monsters in my head.
