notsogroovy

"I am feeling a little blue," she says, swatting his hand away from her forehead. She's not feeling sick, just out of sorts and she looks at Tom with regret in her eyes. She wants that. She wants a relationships, but she always manages to mess it up too soon. There have been times when she's managed to get to making out with a boy before the fluttering feeling in her stomach turns into something more dangerous than mere butterflies.

She grabs her jacket, buttons it, and ties the sash around her waist.

"Can we get out of here now?" She wraps one arm around his waist and slides her hand into his coat pocket, placing the other hand in her own pocket. "Please?"