Adorable

She was adorable. Sometimes, at night, when he was sure the others were asleep, Archie would sneak into Atlanta's room—and no, it was not to watch her sleep… It was due to insomnia. The cure: Joint late night runs. Wake-up? Permission granted.

Archie made sure he became a regular Red Bull consumer.

Because of this, Archie's eyes had developed an unwanted—or wanted—daylight-clear vision of her. Not her body, as he his midnight fantasies so strongly suggested, but of her face.

The access her smile granted to her soul.

No, she was not adorable…

She was beautiful.

"Archie?"

o-o-o

Note: Okay, so, yeah… The once-a-day thing kinda died, BUT I had a good reason for it! My workload was so ridiculous, that I pretty much killed myself. Do you want to know more about Tibet, and its status as an autonomous, sovereign, self-determining nation? Because I no longer have a desire to have anything to do with that question… Oh well. I am completely and utterly blocked, besides the crack-story that I refuse to post (as it's almost worse than Fro'vs, Mo', if any of you have read hat co-created story with Demenior). So I do have a dilemma, but it's okay, for I am having a wonderful, EPIC weekend. And though I'm tired, I refuse to yawn (inside joke there :) ). For now, just review. Though this little thing is almost over, and is silly, I still appreciate your feedback.

P.S. I love the ending of this, because you can take it so many ways. My two favs: Archie has fallen asleep, watching her, or he's been caught staring.

Silly boy. –Nuuoa