I was all out of whack. I had never expected someone like Gordie to tell me something like that. He was always too shy and too quiet, even around his friends.

I felt like my brain was slowly melting and I couldn't take it anymore. The rest of the night I stayed up in my room. I mostly tried falling asleep but if that didn't work, I drew. It didn't matter how tired I was, I could always draw.

Once again, piles of paper were strewn to ever side of me. Eraser marks scattered the floor. Pencil shavings floated lazily in the air after many sharpenings.

Everything was so silent and peaceful; I was letting my thoughts go, until I heard a sudden loud knocking. It wasn't on my door though. It came from my window.

I jumped nearly out of my skin and sprang out to see who it was, though I knew perfectly well that there were limited options.


No Gordie.

No Chris.

I went back and forth in my mind, wondering who it could be.

Cautiously, I crawled towards the dark window and opened it slowly.

There in front of me awaited Chris with gleaming blue eyes and a smile.

"God you scared me," I said, holding my hand to my chest.

He laughed, "You're up."

"Yes, I'm up. I can't sleep. What are you doing here?"

"Just thought I would come over."

"At like midnight?"

Chris shrugged, hopping into my room over the ledge.

"You okay?" He asked me, turning to look at me.

"Yeah, fine."

But Christopher Chambers knew me well enough to know that wasn't true. Even I had been a total stranger, he would have known something was wrong.

"Cass? Don't even try denial. It don't work on me."

I laughed slightly, though remaining quite serious, "I just don't know how to say it," I sighed, slumping onto my bed.

"Just say it. It's simple." Chris sat down beside me.

I was about to start talking, when Chris said, "If it helps, I might know what you're getting at."

I turned to look at him. Whatever he was about to say didn't seem terrible, but my heart pumped anyway.

He looked at me, "Is it something about Gordie?"

I stiffened in response out of pure shock.

"I figured. I know that he likes you and I know that he told you today." Chris was no longer looking me in the eye. He had turned his head forward, facing the wall at the opposite end of my room.

I didn't reply immediately. It took me a minute to gather my thoughts.

"Yeah. I didn't know what to say to him."

Chris nodded, "It's no big deal. You're beautiful and nice and smart and any guy would be stupid not to like you." He was smiling again.

But something told me that he was bothered by it slightly more than he showed.

"Goodnight Cass," Chris said, getting up to leave.

"Goodnight Chris," I replied and let him kiss me softly on the forehead.

I watched him climb through the window and disappear into the darkness.