What's With The Face??

I peered round the door, holding the juice. He has a bemused expression on his face. I grinned. "What's with the face?" I giggled.

He seemed to realize I was there, and grinned back. I plonked myself onto the bed, and handed him the orange juice. He chugged it down. Boy, was he thisty. He et out a long breath, and licked his lips. I watched him, thinking of that moment.

You want him....

No, I've got Ethan, and Ethan is all I want and need.

But that moment was perfect...

No, Moments with Ethan are perfect.

You liked it though...

Maybe a little, but Ethan!

Who cares about Ethan...?

I do!

You like him, and you liked the feel of his lips.

Shut up, evil little demon on my shoulder. Can't hear youuuu!!! LA LALA LALALALALALA LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

How immature. You know you want him...go on. He's right there. Just lean forward...

No no no no no no no no no no no nononononononononnononononono. Maybe...NO NO NO!!!!"

YES!!! I'm winning...admit it...

Get lost.

I owned you...

No you didn't. I owned myself. You're my BRAIN!!"

If I'm your brain, then the fact you've actualy got these thoughts in your head is proof that you want him!!!

I stopped the conversation with my head, and shook myself.

"What's up??"

"Just talking to the demon on my shoulder. He's one now...I think." Jerry grinned at me.

"Not being rude, but coul you get me some more juice?"

"Of course." I took the glass, and went downstairs. I refilled it, and went back up. He had a cheesy grin on his face, his head back, eyes closed. Moving on thier own accord, my legs waked forward, placed the glass down, and touched his cheek lightly.

"What's with the grin?" I laughed. No no no, don't you dare get me this close!!!

I dare.

I pulled my hand away, but not firmly, meaning I stroked his cheek, before sitting down. My mind is a b***h.

Better believe it.

What are you going to do next?? I asked it fearfully, in the silence.

The End

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