"Sit
down", he asked her in an inviting voice.

He
lights a cigarette and he immediately noticed a zit in her forehead. He grins
away trying to remain as subtle as he possibly can.

And
so the night began...

..They started off as casual as before...Talking about nothing and trying to
sing as good as the original artists that made those songs famous...in vain for
most of us. Both of them spent a few minutes trying to find “head over
feet" wishing it was there but to no avail it's not, and so they settled
for whatever their lungs can bear. Katyu was actively trying to avoid saying or
doing something stupid that could ruin the night for both of them. But the
alcohol kicked in and so he popped a question.

“Why
are you holding my hand?” he said.

Kyle grins and before she could reply he added,

“Let
me rephrase that. Why are you gripping back?” they laughed.

Then
Mojaks came intruding trying to take pictures. He plays the part of the
photographer tonight. They strike a pose like the awesome pair that they are.
But Kyle is a tough customer. She asked Mojaks to take several shots again and
again until she was satisfied. Mojak is a friend. But he is dearer to Kyle for
they grew up together in a rustic town. His unusual built did not deny him of
his charms though but what about Kyle? Is it her charm? Is it her hair? The eyes,
the bedroom voice, the captivating smile? Katyu has yet to decide.

They look good together. (Perhaps too good) Kyle rests her head on his
shoulder. He felt good. Intimate. He ponders to himself the beautiful things
that could emerge should they decide to manifest the word love. Consequently,
he realizes the complexity of the situation. While Kyle does her rendition of
Avril lavigne's "why" he remembers that she is for dreaming and not
for keeping. Later that night he told her how he would be suppressing any
intimate feeling towards her and she acknowledged it. But still their hands
wouldn't let go...Perhaps they found some peace there. And as the night came to
a close they too stood closer. The chilling air brought about by the early
hours of the morning has betrayed what they agreed to stand for: Which is
friendship minus the intimacy. All night she sat so close and stood so close
that he could almost kiss her every time, if he wanted to or if she only asked
him to. He knows that somewhere within those eyes she sees him differently and
that somewhere within that hankering heart is a chance for redemption. But he
also knows that it won't be easy. The arduous task of proving himself worthy is
one he isn't ready to take yet. And there is his worry also that she may just
be playing games with him. If so, it would kill him instantly.