Warning- Spoiler for the New Star Wars Movie: The Force Awakens.

#94-Reality 374 words

She couldn't know what she doing to me in that second. Serena stood, at least a foot or so shorter than I, pursing her pink lips into a scowl. She kept wetting them with her tongue in between yelling at me. They glistened, looking so kissable.

Her cheeks were red, probably from a lack of inhaling and exhaling air. When she called me names she tended to go overboard and keep yelling for several minutes straight.

And her clear water eyes, well… they were challenging me. Challenging me to fight back. She wanted this as much as I did. To fight. To run into each other and argue. To hide what we really wanted to say.

I can't help myself, I pull her chin up with my index finger.

"Meatball Head," I coo, as if she were a child about to be educated on the basics of living. "Let's be realistic here. You can tell me you want me to be crushed in the garbage compactor you saw in Star Wars all you want, but we both know you'd be devastated if that really happened."

Serena paused. She thought about it for a moment before slapping my hand away.

"Yeah! Well, only because I wouldn't have someone to call a stupid jerkface."

She poked her finger into my chest.

"After all, there's no one as stupid or as jerky as you are, and every hero like me needs a villian like you."

I tilt my head at her, unable to contain my grin.

"Or maybe you realize by now that I'm the Han Solo to your Princess Leia."

"Oh god, I hope not!" Serena protested, wiping her hand as if she caught cooties by merely touching my shirt.

"Why not?" I ask, feeling hurt.

"Because even I don't want that future for you." Serena said, pretending to slit her neck.

"What do you mean?"

Serena shakes her head. "If you don't know, I'm not going to tell you, but maybe you should watch the latest film."

And later that night, in the privacy of my empty and clean apartment, I did. And she was right.

I didn't want to be the Han Solo to her Princess Leia.

I wanted to be better than that.