I flash a smile and hook it up, finding a not so depressing song to listen to. I settle on Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay and leave it at that, sighing and sitting 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
I slip my iPod away and jump over the couch, sitting at Rayah's feet.
"Do you need anything?" I ask, "And...do you want to stay out here? I can kick Nic out of my room and make him sleep on the couch if you want to actually lay in a bed."
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
I sigh and nod, heading into my room. Nic is already sleeping, sprawled out - thankfully fully clothed - underneath the blanket. I shake my head at him and change, slipping my shoes off. Once done, I head back out to Rayah and grab a blanket to put around us as we sleep.
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
The simple truth is that authors like making people squirm. If this weren't the case, all novels would be filled completely with cute bunnies having birthday parties. — Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians