PixieStix

Bethany I shrug, "I don't know."

Bethany I take a deep breath, moving one of my knees up and pulling up my sleeves, but they just drop back down.

Bethany I look away once he looks at me and look down, playing with the bottom trip of my shirt.

Bethany I look back at Austin, sighing.

Bethany I watch him before looking up at the ceiling, not tired at all.

Bethany I shake my head, "No it's not."

Bethany I shrug, "I can't tell you. You have to think of it orelse it isn't proof."

Bethany I hesitate before thinking and shaking my head, looking at the ceiling, "No."

Bethany I shake my head and pull back, "That wouldn't prove anything," I smile, "I kiss you all the time."

Bethany "Prove it," I study him.

Bethany I look at him, "It's not nice to lie."

Bethany I shake my head, laying down on the floor, "No. I'm hair is a weird color, and I'm too short."

Bethany "Ew, no I'm not," I bury my face in my knees playfully.

Bethany "No I don't," I smile, "I look like a guy."

Bethany I glance back at him before looking at my jeans I'm wearing, "I dislike these jeans. They're too tight. And this shirt is too big on me. My mom ...