Lily spins around, her hair flying out around her, once, twice, fourteen times before tripping over her own foot and crumpling into a heap on the ground.
"What in the world are you doing Lily?"
Her eyes flick upward to the hazel ones looking back at her.
"Spinning," she answers simply.
"Spinning?" he looks at her sceptically, one eyebrow raised.
"It's great, especially when you spin so much that you can't think, can't worry, can't even tell which way is up. It makes everything seem so… fun."
She stands up and starts spinning again. She spins so much that she forgets about how James is only her 'friend' and when he joins her spinning she doesn't think, doesn't worry, she just kisses him. Suddenly neither of them can tell which way is up and when they crumple into a heap on the ground it doesn't matter because in that moment everything is fun and life is just a swirl of hazel eyes and messy, black hair.