Misunderstanding . . .

Awkward silence. She bolts for the alley and her tears flow flawlessly down and down her face. She runs half a mile until he grabs her hand and pins her on the wall.Crystal and Andrew are sitting on a bench, heads bent down towards the ground, Crys is the first to speak and her head lifts up and she looks at Andie, looking for answers.

Crystal: Am I pretty?

Andrew: . . . No,

Her mouth drops open and gives him a look of disbeleif and pain.

Crystal: Would you cry at my funeral?

Andrew: . . . No,

She almost passes out.

Crystal: Do I still have your heart?

Andrew: . . . nope,

A tear falls from her eye and on to the ground.

Crystal: May I have a last kiss?

Andrew: . . . hell . . . . no

Crystal: Do you still want me in your life?

Andrew: . . . no

Awkward silence. She bolts for the alley and her tears flow flawlessly down and down her face. She runs half a mile until he grabs her hand and pins her on the wall. He breathes heavily as his breath is hot on her face.

"You're not pretty, you're stunning,"

"I wouldn't cry at your funeral, I'd die at the funeral,"

"You don't have my heart, because my heart, is your heart,"

"You can't have a last kiss, you will have many more kisses from me,"

"I don't want you in my life . . ."

She starts to sob even harder. His hands tighten around her arms that are spread on the brick walls. His muscular chest leans even closer to her's, not leaving any space for her to breathe.

" . . . I need you in my life,"

He sets his lips on her throat, then leans forward to press his lips on hers. She smiles and cries at the same time, but throws her hands around his neck and his hands are cupped around her waist.

"I love you," They both whisper.