Watermelon Smiles

I haven't spoken a word for three days. Not one. Even when Pete asked me what was wrong, I just shook my head and walked the opposite direction of the bed. I figure, that if I don't speak, maybe things will get better. After all, it is my voice that's gotten me into this whole mess, so maybe if it goes away...the sun will come out.

I just want to be back in Brendon's arms, I really do. But Pete, honestly, I'm a little afraid of him. Dear, pages don't tell anyone this...but he's not exactly the perfect romantic lover he would seem to be. He gets jealous quick. Not to mention he's bi-polar, so his moods are on a constant swing. I just want to uncurl though, whatever attention is offered, I'll take it. I feel like such a whore.

It's been days again now since I've talked to Bren or Spin or Jon. My life has been confined to one name; Pete. And, I almost like it this way. He loves me, I know he does, he just needs to relax a bit, and, if he does...I'll be able to run free.