- Tired -
It was another of his gym classes. I sat against the wall with Paul, class not starting yet.
Johnny came in, and squeezed himself between us.
"I'm so tired," he sighed, smiling at me.
"Awww," I said softly, smiling back.
"I'm so, so, so tired."
He moved closer to me and laid his head on my shoulder.
I tensed, feeling my heart begin to race.
What do I do? I thought wildly.
I decided to do what felt right. I lay my head on his, smiling slightly.
"Click," Paul whispered again.
Johnny's head shot from under mine, and he stared straight ahead, cheeks getting a delicate cherry tint.
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