"What are you writing?" Kevin asked, looking into Joan and Charity's room, where the door was standing open. Charity was sitting on her bed with her song notebook out on her lap.
"A song," she said. "The usual."
Kevin nodded and went to wheel away, but Charity asked, "Do you want to read it?"
He looked at her and then shrugged. "Sure," he said. He wheeled himself into the room and took the notebook Charity was offering him.
He sat it open on his lap and read through it. When he was finished he nodded. "I like it," he said.
"Don't be my big foster brother and just be saying that to just be saying that," Charity whined.
"Speaking of foster brothers." Charity knew he was going to start rambling on about hers and Luke's relationship or whatever the hell it was they had going.
"Let's go back to the song, Kevin," she whined.
"Fine," he said. "There's nothing wrong with it Charity. You are a fabulous writer. You have a lot of talent."
"Thanks, Kevin," she replied.
"No problem," he said, shrugging. He wheeled around and left the room.
Charity looked down at the untitled song and read it over:
What is this feeling that I get
When you look at me that way
When you touch me that way
I need you more than
I've ever needed anything before
Boy, I need you right now
I want to look into your eyes
And tell you that you're on my mind
Ooh, boy, I think I'm in love with you
I need you, boy
Even more when we kiss
I want to hear your voice
Telling me the things I want to hear
I want to thank you
For noticing me
Even though I'm different
Boy, I need you right now
I want to look into your eyes
And tell you that you're on my mind
Ooh, boy, I think I'm in love with you
Boy, I need you right now
I want to look into your eyes
And tell you that you're on my mind
Ooh, boy, I think I'm in love with you
She bit her bottom before scribbling down the title, I Think I'm in Love With You.
There was a knock at the door and she looked up and saw Luke looking at her. "Can I come in?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. She closed the notebook. She didn't want him to read it. She wanted to sing it to him herself and put it under the mattress of the bed. He walked in and sat down next to her.
"What were you writing?" he asked.
"A song," she said, smiling.
"For me?" he asked.
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Yeah? Right?"
Charity rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she said.
He smiled and leaned over and kissed her, pushing her back onto the bed, he grabbed her sides and she pushed him back laughing. "Stop!" she exclaimed, as he started tickling her.
"Stop, what?" he asked.
"Stop Luke!"
"Say I'm the hottest geek you've ever met."
"You are the hottest geek I've ever met," she giggled. He stopped tickling her and fell on the bed next to her. She looked at him and put her hand on his chest and pushed him off of the bed.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed as he landed on one of Charity's combat boots.
"Sorry," she replied, laughing. She pulled him up onto the bed and then they started kissing.
