We walked back toward my corner, hand in hand. We started in silence, both deep in thought. I looked over at him, and found him staring at me. I blushed, and looked down. I heard him chuckle quietly beside me. He then broke the silence. “What are you thinking?” I looked up, and said “What do you mean, ‘what am I thinking’? I’m thinking that both our parents think you belong in a mental facility, and that I’m always lying to cover you! I’m thinking that he finally got what he wanted, because the amount of stress this puts on us will kill us both!” Tears of frustraion rushed down my cheeks. Nick looked over at me, alarmed at my sudden outburst. He waited until my sobs quieted, and then wiped my eyes. I looked at him. “What do we do,” I whispered. We stopped walking for a moment. “I don’t know,” he murmered, “I don’t know..” I looked him up and down, feeling his eyes on my face. He grabbed me, his arms around my waist. I put my arms around his shoulders, burrying my head in his neck. “I’m scared.” He nodded.