You're in the bathtub.

You're not alone, though.

You're with me.

I'm in the tub with you. We're sitting in our bathing suits on opposite ends of the tub. It's small, so our legs overlap. Every time my foot hits your thigh, you glanced down at it and blush.

You're adjusting your bikini top and looking out the window. It's raining outside.

I wonder what you're thinking. Are you thinking about our web show or some random guy at school? I like to think that you're thinking about me. Maybe it's because I'm thinking about you. I'm always thinking about you.

I wonder if you ever think about kissing me. I think about kissing you all the time. If I told you that, would you find it creepy? Probably.

I wonder if I told you that I was in love with you, would that bother you. If I told you that looking at you makes my knees weak, that I get lost in your grey eyes every time I look into them, and that when we have sleepovers, I spend the entire night watching you sleep, would you freak out? Yeah, you most likely would.

You look at me and frown slightly. "What?" you say with a laugh.

I don't answer you. I look down at your feet next to me. Your toenails are bright pink and sparkly. You look out the window again.

I'm wondering what you're thinking again.

"The water's cold."

You look up. "Hmm?"

"The water's cold", I repeat.

You stand up and unplug the drain. You adjust your hair while you waiting for the water to leave the tub. It's up in a ponytail today. I like it better when it's down, wild curls all over the place. What would you say if I told you that?

You're back in the tub with me. You're looking at me and now I'm beginning to feel shy. I look down. I'm staring at your thighs under the water. You have really nice thighs, but you don't think so. I wonder what it would be like to slide my hand between them. Would you let me?

You're standing up.

"I'm going downstairs to get a Peppy Cola, you want anything?"

I shake my head.

You're leaving the bathroom. I call out your name.

"Sam...?"

You turn around and look at me, waiting for me to say something else.

I want to tell you everything that I'm thinking. I want to tell you I love you.

"Never mind."

I'm too afraid to say anything.

You turn around and leave me alone in the bathtub.