It was a quiet night in the Roseville suburbs. Save for the occasional passing car, the night was peaceful, the only distraction being an old streetlight which occasionally flickered on and off amongst the rest of the lamps which, other than the moon, were the only things to bring light to the otherwise-dark street. Most of the lights in the houses had already gone out, but a few remained, either due to a night owl, someone still eating dinner, or something else of no particular interest.
In one of the few still-lighted houses though, the lights were just about to go out for the night. Two young teenagers, Paulo and Sue, had just finished sitting through a rather long movie, played from the old television of Sue's mom, who had left for bed much earlier than her daughter and her daughter's boyfriend.
While Sue had slowly drifted off during the final minutes of the movie, Paulo had not, though he was just about ready to do so himself. As the credits rolled, he slowly reached for the remote and watched for a while longer before turning off the TV halfway through the credits. He set the remote on the coffee table in front of him, then leaned over to flick the switch on a lamp on a nearby table, plunging the room into darkness. There was nothing to be gained from finding a proper position to rest, and even then he didn't want to wake Sue. Instead, he adjusted the warm blanket covering them both and tucked his chin against the top of her head, which had already rested itself on his shoulder.
Paulo slowly began to drift off too, but moments before falling asleep, a sudden feeling woke him up slightly. He remained still as Sue's arm slowly wrapped around his neck and shoulders her hand finally coming to a rest, draped from his right shoulder. A small smile formed on his face as he resumed drifting off, but this time a single thought occupied his mind:
Perfect.
Something short and cute written for best ship.
