Author's Note: Um...this one sucks. A lot. Sorry. It just does.

Day Eighty-Seven: Arms by Christina Perri

I just lay there as he played with my hands. Just months ago, I never would've pictured myself lying there with him. But ever since I got to know him—the real him; the one which wasn't fabricated by the media—I couldn't picture myself being there with anyone else. He was like a storm and he just blew me away, all without me even knowing it.

But part of me was almost scared to be with him. In any way. I knew he already knew what it was like to lose something. I knew how he had lost his mom. But I never had anything to lose. So when I was with him, I feared it would be easier for him to let me go.

I never wanted him to let me go. In his arms, it felt like home.

"What are you thinking about, Beautiful?"

My thoughts stopped at once. Hesitant, I looked over at him. "Just…I don't know. How I'd love for this moment to never end?" I replied with a sigh.

I kind of hoped he'd see right through this cool façade I was putting up. I was still dying at the fact that he called me beautiful. God, how I was falling for him. I really hoped he felt the same.

So I couldn't say anything until I knew for sure. I'd rather drown than admit to someone who doesn't love me that I love them.

I already knew what it was like to love someone who didn't love you back. I didn't want that pain again.

But there was still something so different about him that I just couldn't put my finger on. I just felt strangely…safe around him. Like I could trust him.

Almost like I could love him. Without the fear of my heart breaking.

A little part of me realized that he probably could see me changing my mind over and over again. I wondered what he thought of it. Was he annoyed with it? Was he letting me sort out my thoughts? Was he just silently hoping I decide to put my heart on the line…with him?

I decided that…maybe this was love. Maybe I could be more open with him.

I only realized how tense I was when I finally relaxed. I realized—with some kind of hesitant conviction—that I was truly at peace around him. In his arms…I was someplace safe. Someplace where there were never storms, where there was never rain, or war, nor feelings of abandonment or angst or fear.

I realized that maybe I was home.

LittleBittyAbby: Are you for reals? I don't get to drive for like another two years and I'm a year older than you. In South Dakota, my friend Michelle told me she would've been able to drive two years ago (and she is only two weeks, six hours, and ten minutes older than me, to be exact). I like Highway to Hell by AC/DC...

Sarah:Well, I have 67 artists on my phone. But a lot are in various Artists or lumped under a large mass (like I put music from Dance Moms under "Music From Dance Moms" or I'd have a shitload of artists who IDK otherwise). I don't know any of those. All I know is I'm excited because LDR's album is coming out in 23 days. Yay. And PLL is in...less than that. Less than 20 days, I'm pretty sure. Well, goodnight.

MilaMizz:It already happened and I sucked at everything, but it's fine. I'm a wreck. Not weird at all.

AL3110: I know! More one-shot-one-shots! Like this one! But the next one isn't. Oh, well. Suffer. XOXO from NYC.

tobyequalshottness:Yeah, I have no social life and I suck at every sport ever invented. And at my school, you have to be good at sports or you die, so...story of my life.

spobylover1237: It's okay. I am horrible with reviews, too. But thanks for reviewing and I hope you liked this one :)

I know I was very terse tonight but I'm tired and I want to go home. Bye.

Oh, on Monday, we have Frost by Rachael Sage. I actually really love it. Sarah will love it because it's based off of a certain amazing musical I know she loves, loves, loves.

Goodnight! -Kayson