Lovesick Melody: Sing the Silence

"If I ever find a cute girl who's worth it..." He was driving.

His words stung in the pit of her stomach, in the back of her mind.
"Oh please, you're way too focused to even think about a girlfriend."

He knew what she said about him was right, but he'd never admit it to her.

"No, seriously. It just depends on the girl, you know?"

"Ha ha, right. You mean it depends on how cute she is."

"Hey! Not fair!" they both laughed in unison.
"You know I look for other things too."

He evaluated the truth of this statement.

"Right, but whether or not you feel she's worth it is going to depend on how cute she is!"

She sighed inside of her thoughts. She hated being right.

"Yeah, I guess. But you never know what could happen or who I'll meet.
Someone might surprise me."

"True..." she tapered off her thought and neglected to finish.

Silence filled in around them as they drove the rest of the way home.

Lovesick Melody: New Boy, Same Songs

I refuse to get stuck in this cycle again.

"Stop being so nice to me," she pleaded, interrupting the flow of their conversation.

His smile faded to an expression of confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"If you value me as a friend at all, be a jerk to me more often. Please."

"I don't understand," they were walking side-by side, he slowed their pace.

"If you ever get the impulse to do or say something nice to me, don't. Just keep it to the usual sarcasm, mean jokes and serious conversation stuff."

"I still don't get it," he broke their stride and faced her, placing both of his hands on her shoulders, "Why would I need to do that? I like being nice to you."

She lifted her arms. "Like that," she used them to fling his hands off of her and stepped back, out of his grasp, "Don't do that anymore. Don't say that. Even if you really want to, don't. For my sake." She continued to walk ahead.

He caught up with her, "You're not making any sense right now."

"Just pinky promise," this time she broke their stride and faced him.

"Really? You're like, serious about this," he stared at her.

"Completely," she looked him in the eye and shook her fist, pinky outstretched.

His glance switched from her pinky, to her face, and back to her pinky, "No, you have to tell me why."

He left her arm outstretched. She pouted, "Don't make me do that."

"If I'm going to agree to this, I deserve to know why."

"I can't tell you. Just trust me, please."

She'd always been upfront with him about everything, it was his favorite thing about her. Why was she acting so weird?

Her thoughts danced around words that she swore she'd never say.