Once I've changed, and brushed my teeth, I go back to my room, and groan when I don't see him there. He always boo's me, and I get a mini heart attack from it, and he damn well knows that. But what can I do? It's me who has made him so frank. I love that boy.
Wait.
I didn't say I love him, right?
Or do I?
I shake my head, pushing this thought at the back of my mind, so I can debate on it later. How can someone ever love Nathan? He's everything but nice to people, well except for me. Does he love me? Is that why he always hangs out with me even though he hates to go out with girls, well, except for being a total prick. Why does he call me Angel? And not to forget that earlier he called me Amby, and that felt so good.
I pad downstairs, and spot him lying on the couch, flipping through t
