I drew nearer to the group, noticing some new faces, hands in my pockets. "Uh, I sorta fazed out there for a while," I said, ruefully. "What did I miss?"
I wake, finding the man from before around us again, and subconsciously scoot closer to Niall, whose arm is still around my shoulders. Making sure my cap still conceals my identity, I set my head back on Niall's shoulder, wanting to see how far he'd let me go with this.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
He lets out a huff and slings his other arm around me, and I wonder if he is truly sleeping. Smiling, I shift so he can hold me without either one of us in an awkward position.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
He begins to wake and I open my eyes, catching the flicker of a smile sent my way. I smile back and wait for him to say something or be the first to pull back.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind