I'm A One Man Show. I Don't Need No One.

Joe looked at me, then back at the television.

"There's something on my nose, isn't there?" I asked. He smiled, then shook his head.

"No, it's nothing." He said. I nodded, then leaned against him. His arm was way warmer than mine was.

He looked at me again. I looked back at him.

"Yes?" I asked. He looked around for a second, then back at me.

"Wanna write a duet together? I'm sure the fans would like it." He said. I laughed.

"Whoa, that was random." I said. He chuckled, and wrapped his arm around me. I blushed a little, but thought of something else.

"I made you blush." He whispered in my ear. It sent chills up my spine.

Why is this happening to me now?

Because your starting to like him.

You suck.

If I suck, you suck too.

Nu-uh!

We're the same person, so yeah.

... Oh.

Joe looked at me, and waved his hand in front of my face.

"Dillon, you alright?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, just fine." I smiled.