I have decided to go much darker with this. The whole point of this site for me is to expand my writing styles, and since I have never dealt with the TRULY dark aspects of life, I figured that this would be a good way to do it.

For anyone reading this, you must understand that I am not big on planning, so this is all coming out randomly, and I don't really have a way to know where it is going. The rest of the story MAY have a point, or it may not. I don't know yet, so you can read through if you want, or don't.

Alright... before I start getting repetitive, I give you the second chapter of "Reality Check"

I forgot the Disclaimer on the first page so here it is: I am not earning any money from this, and the characters depicted in this story are not mine.

It is eating me up inside. I feel as though my heart is going to burst out of my chest whenever I see her, and I can't tell her, although I think that if I don't tell her soon, I am going to go crazy. I am going to see her tonight... a sleepover. But seriously... if she wanted to kill me, this would be the best way to do it. She is going to sleep in my bed tonight, and I am going to start off the night trying to avoid her, but wake up in her arms anyways in te morning. That is how we have always done it.

As I begin getting my room ready for her, I let my mind wander... to all of the things I could be doing differently. Instead of gathering movies, I could be scattering rose petals, instead of pouring soda into plastic cups, I could be pouring champagne into crystal glasses, instead of popping some popcorn, I could be cooking a romantic dinner for two. I could be doing all of these things for Lilly, but I don't. I don't, I won't, and I never will. I show my love by NOT showing it.

I hear a knock at the door as I am making the bed, and I rush downstairs to greet my best friend. Standing there looking as cute as a freaking BUTTON, I can't help but wrap my arms around her and give her the tightest hug I can manage. Breathing in her scent, I feel as though it is finally happening... as though we are finally together.

"Umm... Miles?"

Sighing in contentment, I respond with a distacted, "Mmm hmm?"

"Breath becoming an issue here."

I reluctantly let go of her, and immediatley, feel the effect. My arms are cold without her, so I wrap them tightly around myself to try and keep the smell of her with me, and near my heart.

Back in my room, we are about halfway through the second movie when I feel Lilly's breath begin to even out on my neck. At the beginning of the second movie, the little minx had somehow wormed her way into my arms, and pressed her face into my neck. Lifting her up into bed, and easing her into it, I bring the blanket up, and gently tuck the blankets around her sleeping form. Crawling into bed, and scooting as far away from her as possible, I recall the night.

As soon as we got up into my room, Lilly and I painted our nails, brushed each others hair, gathered some blankets, and plopped down in front of her bed for some cheesy romantic comedies.

While drifting off to sleep, my last though was how nice the warmth of her lying next to me was.

I apologize for any spelling or gramatical errors, but I wrote this late at night. GIVE ME REVIEWS...PLEASE!