A/N: This was written for the 10_titles challenge on LiveJournal.


She'd actually smiled at him! Billy turns over and tugs at the blanket. He's been trying to fall asleep for—he glances at the alarm clock's glowing numbers—three hours, but his mind's racing ahead of him and doing jumping jacks in the edges of his skull.

He should have said something. Why didn't he say something? She would have answered, come on, she smiled at him. Once he finishes the Freeze Ray—

Billy gives up, and turns on the light, ignoring Moist's quiet snoring in the next room as he pads down the hall. Maybe he'll sleep better in the chair.