♦Neruda's POV♦
"If you don't want to go for the sleepover, you don't have to." I say to Cyril, reading the quiet dread on his face.
"No, I have to." He says quickly and I stare at him, noting his odd usuage of words.
He averts his eyes. "Is there something on my face?"
I blink at this, placing both hands behind my head to lean back against the head of the bed, he's sitting opposite me, long legs crossed on the bed. "You know what let me check to be certain." I tease, wanting the gloomy aura off him.
"W-What?" He stutters, looking confused.
"Here." I say, moving forward to touch his cheek. "There's a speck of dust." I flick the imaginary substance away.
He looks at me, one hand going up to rub his cheek. "Why do I feel like you're lying?" He says dryly.
I laugh at this, moving back to where I was previously seated, my legs sprawled against the satin of the bed. "You're a mind reader, you should know."
