"Oh yeah, like a burglar would sit here and listen to music while you slept on the couch." I reply sarcastically, leaning down to retrieve my most prized possession. I hit the pause button so the tunes stop. I don't know why I didn't bring my charger with me. I usually have it wherever I go.
"You never know with people these days," he replies, watching me intently.
"That's for sure." I mutter, wishing I hadn't come out here.
"So," he starts, obviously aware of my sleepless state, "why is my little Chemistry buddy awake at this hour?"
"Ever heard of insomnia?" I ask matter-of-factly.
He nods his head knowingly. "You have it too." It is more of a statement than a question, so I don't say anything back to him; letting the silence engulf us once more.
I shift around uncomfortably in my seat, hoping I'll be able to calm down around him soon. It's not like this with anyone else. Harrison is easy to talk to, but I'm afraid. I don't want him to know anything about me, just in case he finds someone better; whether it be a chemistry partner, friend, or...whatever we are.
"Wanna sit over here?" Harrison asks, out of the blue. "It's easier to sleep when you have someone with you."
"Uh, well, I guess so." I say, letting myself go completely the opposite way of my normal routine.
Something terrible has gotten into me. I push myself out of the chair and move to where Harrison is sitting on the couch, careful to stay as far away from him as possible. I can't let my heart get the best of my mind or I'll be one unfortunate girl.
"Come on, Riv, you know that's not what I meant..." He says disappointedly.
"Harrison," I start, nervously, "I-I don't know how to say this to you, but I don't want a boyfriend. If that's what you're aiming to be." I am hoping that this will drive him away, that he'll quit trying to get close to me, so I can go back inside my shell like the turtle I've become over the years.
He sighs in defeat. "Yeah, I kinda got the hints. I guess I was just hoping we could be good friends instead, you know? And you could trust me."
I stare at him through the dim light, once again wondering why he wants me to talk to him so badly.
"Not many people have that privilege." I state, my voice just above a whisper. I really do want to talk to him.
"You never know with people these days," he replies, watching me intently.
"That's for sure." I mutter, wishing I hadn't come out here.
"So," he starts, obviously aware of my sleepless state, "why is my little Chemistry buddy awake at this hour?"
"Ever heard of insomnia?" I ask matter-of-factly.
He nods his head knowingly. "You have it too." It is more of a statement than a question, so I don't say anything back to him; letting the silence engulf us once more.
I shift around uncomfortably in my seat, hoping I'll be able to calm down around him soon. It's not like this with anyone else. Harrison is easy to talk to, but I'm afraid. I don't want him to know anything about me, just in case he finds someone better; whether it be a chemistry partner, friend, or...whatever we are.
"Wanna sit over here?" Harrison asks, out of the blue. "It's easier to sleep when you have someone with you."
"Uh, well, I guess so." I say, letting myself go completely the opposite way of my normal routine.
Something terrible has gotten into me. I push myself out of the chair and move to where Harrison is sitting on the couch, careful to stay as far away from him as possible. I can't let my heart get the best of my mind or I'll be one unfortunate girl.
"Come on, Riv, you know that's not what I meant..." He says disappointedly.
"Harrison," I start, nervously, "I-I don't know how to say this to you, but I don't want a boyfriend. If that's what you're aiming to be." I am hoping that this will drive him away, that he'll quit trying to get close to me, so I can go back inside my shell like the turtle I've become over the years.
He sighs in defeat. "Yeah, I kinda got the hints. I guess I was just hoping we could be good friends instead, you know? And you could trust me."
I stare at him through the dim light, once again wondering why he wants me to talk to him so badly.
"Not many people have that privilege." I state, my voice just above a whisper. I really do want to talk to him.
