I slowly make my way through the darkness, to Harrison's room, pointing my iPod screen towards the ground, so I don't trip on anything. I come to a halt right outside his door, taking a deep breath, before knocking quietly.
I hear shuffling from the other side of the door, before the knob turns and Harrison's face peeks out. "Ready to talk?" He asks, putting too much emphasis on the last word.
For some unknown reason, my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I nod. He chuckles at my reaction and swings the door open, inviting me in.
"Well, that was one way to get a girl into my room." He states nonchalantly, causing my blush to burn even brighter. I'm glad the light is dim or else I'd be in a world of hurt. There is no reason for me to be acting this way.
He shuts the door behind me, as I glance up and look around his room. It's reasonably clean, some odd pieces of clothing strewn about. Nothing unusual for a boys' room. I'm used to Sky's hurricane. To my right, behind his small twin bed, is a wall covered in pictures. They're all black and white; different shapes and sizes. Some look professional, and others don't. I find myself staring in awe at the beauty of his photographic chaos.
"See something you like?" He asks, smiling at me. This boy never stops with the optimism.
"Di-did you decorate that wall?" I stutter.
He shrugs like it's no big deal. "Yeah. Mom helped a little."
"Did you take all those pictures?" I ask; looking around, searching the room for any signs of a camera.
"That's for me to know." He teases, before his voice takes on a more serious tone. "I'll tell you about my pictures as soon as we're done talking about you, River."
I sigh. For someone so nice, he sure is pushy. "You sure you don't want to sleep?" I ask, trying to avert his attention.
"Nice try, but no. I've stayed up later than four AM. I'll live." He looks at me expectantly, and I can't stop myself. I cave to his gaze, coming up with a better explanation as to why I use cutting as an escape. Hopefully, he'll understand this time.
My story takes about an hour to tell, with all the interrupting questions from Harrison. He is too curious for his own good, but I find it becoming increasingly easier to explain things to him.
I hear shuffling from the other side of the door, before the knob turns and Harrison's face peeks out. "Ready to talk?" He asks, putting too much emphasis on the last word.
For some unknown reason, my cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I nod. He chuckles at my reaction and swings the door open, inviting me in.
"Well, that was one way to get a girl into my room." He states nonchalantly, causing my blush to burn even brighter. I'm glad the light is dim or else I'd be in a world of hurt. There is no reason for me to be acting this way.
He shuts the door behind me, as I glance up and look around his room. It's reasonably clean, some odd pieces of clothing strewn about. Nothing unusual for a boys' room. I'm used to Sky's hurricane. To my right, behind his small twin bed, is a wall covered in pictures. They're all black and white; different shapes and sizes. Some look professional, and others don't. I find myself staring in awe at the beauty of his photographic chaos.
"See something you like?" He asks, smiling at me. This boy never stops with the optimism.
"Di-did you decorate that wall?" I stutter.
He shrugs like it's no big deal. "Yeah. Mom helped a little."
"Did you take all those pictures?" I ask; looking around, searching the room for any signs of a camera.
"That's for me to know." He teases, before his voice takes on a more serious tone. "I'll tell you about my pictures as soon as we're done talking about you, River."
I sigh. For someone so nice, he sure is pushy. "You sure you don't want to sleep?" I ask, trying to avert his attention.
"Nice try, but no. I've stayed up later than four AM. I'll live." He looks at me expectantly, and I can't stop myself. I cave to his gaze, coming up with a better explanation as to why I use cutting as an escape. Hopefully, he'll understand this time.
My story takes about an hour to tell, with all the interrupting questions from Harrison. He is too curious for his own good, but I find it becoming increasingly easier to explain things to him.
