American Love Is Anything but Average

-Later That Night-
-Ben-
It was night time and I couldn’t sleep a wink.
Maybe it was because I was somewhere different other than my home.
Maybe it’s because I couldn’t hear my parents argueing in the next room.
Maybe the peace was disturbing me or something, I don’t know.
I perched myself on the window seel and looked out at the neighbor hood I now call home.
It would never be home too me, Ever.
I decided I need a smoke and slipped my ciggs that I carefully hidden out of my bag.
I opened the window a little and lit the smoke, Taking a drag.
Rayne was kinda cute as much as I don’t like to admit it.
With her wavy dark hair and gorgeous gray eyes.
But she was weird, Too weird.
I mean she had no friends and didn’t really do much except write in that worn out notebook of hers.
She didn’t get out and have fun like I did.
Who knows maybe she’s afraid of fun?
Or maybe immune?
I shake my head.
Why am I even thinking of her anyway?
God, I need to get a grip man.
I blow out another puff of smoke and put my cigarette out, Throwing it outside and closing the window.
I feel a small yawn leave my mouth and I know now that I can fall to sleep.
I stretch my arms and pop my neck before getting into the warm bed that was provided for me.
I slip under the covers, close my eyes and get whisked away to dream land.