"What?" I smile at him.
"I meant it when I said I miss you."
I stare into his eyes like they're the first thing I see since I've been on earth.
He inches closer to me, cancelling any bit of space between us. "I like you."
I laugh.
He frowns.
I continue laughing, crouching low and grabbing my belly. I have no idea why I'm laughing or what's funny but I keep on laughing. Soon the tears of laughter turn to real tears. And I start crying.
Maybe I'm the psycho.
During Camp, when he ate off my bread, I think that's when it all started. Of course, I felt irritated and repulsed but there's something about him that and that awakened and even excited something in me.
