“Are a-are you ok?!”  I asked holding on to my stomach.  She nodded her head, eyes closed and hair in her face.  I don’t think I looked any better.  As if this wasn’t bad enough her quilt slipped and fell on us.  My stomach was starting to hurt.  

Slowly we climbed of the ground till we were on the window seat.  I couldn’t look at her for a good five minutes.  When we finally caught our breaths we were sitting in the dark bathed in moon light on the window seat.  

Her room was a war zone.  Blankets and pillows all over the floor.  The couch was crooked and somehow her blue halter ended up on the hook of her closed door.  

She smiled brightly at me making her eyes look like gems.  Her lips were full and red.  And her skin was milky but flushed.

We were both breathing heavily with hair in our face and old make up smeared on us.  She looked gorgeous.

“You’re beautiful.”  She said beating me to the punch.  I shied away until I felt velvety fingers bring my face back to hers.  Nothing but compassion and love stood out on her face.

A single tear fell from my chocolaty eyes and she caught it between her fingers.  A small peck was placed there quickly after.  As kids thats how we got each other to stop crying.  The phrase kiss away your tears was taken literally with us.  I just don’t remember my skin feeling like it was on fire when her lips made simple contact with mine.  

“Why are you crying?”  I asked in a whisper close to her face.  My hand cupped her left cheek while my other hand twirled her blonde hair.  “Your gorgeous Kitty.  Like always”  I said in a hoarse voice.  The thought was meant to stay in my head but felt so natural slipping through my lips.  

A rosy pink blush covered her moonlighted skin.  Little beads of water traveled out of her eyes and I kissed them away.  One just at the corner of her mouth.

“I don’t want to lose you.”  She said suddenly.  Her body shifted and brought her face impossibly closer to mine.