We all lay in the grass talking about our lives, and how we ended up being the people we were. I was feeling a little solemn, but I felt Jackson move his arm and I looked over at him, he grabbed my hand and kissed it, then firmly held it in his. I felt myself blush, and Cy looked over at me. “Jesus Jackson, if you like her why don’t you just let her know? It’s been two months of you playing this little game, and frankly its getting old.” she venomously hissed.

“Cytheria, why are you being mean?” I mistakingly asked. She replied through gritted teeth, “I am not being mean Jaselyn, remember I love you, FOR REAL , and I do not like when people play games with you.” “Aw, Cy, baby girl I love you too, but Jackson’s not playing any games, right J, he’s just my friend” I told Cytheria. “Actually Jaselyn”, he said as he sat up and looked at me, “you are gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and well, I do like you, a lot.” Cytheria’s eyes turned to snake like slits, she frowned, “I’m going to sleep” she said too calmly.