When I woke up, it was still dark. I had no idea what had awoken me, except when I looked beside me Vincent was gone. I sat up, careful not to disturb Macy, who had ended up snuggling against my side.

I could see Vincent sitting just outside the back door. My feet made little sound as I passed from our sleeping nest to the door, and slid it open as quietly as possible. I knew that Vincent knew that I was there as I took my place beside him, staring out into the night. It had stopped raining, but it was still clouded over, blocking from view the moon and stars. The Night was peaceful: crickets chirruping in the background and the occasional rustle of leaves as a slight wind blew across the yard.

I took one look at the beautiful boy standing next to me, and was hit by an odd feeling.

I wanted to be near him. To feel the warmth of his body. To hear his heart beating in his chest and know that he wasn't just a dream. This was just because it was a bit cold out here, right? Could it be that it wasn't? I couldn't tell.

A warm arm snaked around my waist. I shivered, and it wasn't entirely because of the cold.

"V-Vincent?" My heart was speeding up.

"Its cold." he muttered, causing my heart to return to its normal pace.

See? It's just because of the cold. I told myself, not really believing it.

I looked up at his face, and could tell that he was blushing. He looked down at me, and then smiled. God, don't do that, Vincent. It makes my stomach do flip flops and my heart race, and I have no idea why.

"What are you doing out here, anyways?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

"Existing."

"Haha. No really." I said sarcastically.

"Really. When I sit out here, just letting myself exist, I feel like I'm part of something. Something beautiful. Something Wondrous. Something that puts the wonder in a small child's eyes."

Vincent, please don't talk like that. You're doing it again. Making my skin tingle and my heart race.

"Hey..." Vincent broke the lengthening silence, for which I was glad.

"Yeah?"

"What made you pick me up that day?"

I was taken aback by the question. "Well... I felt bad that you'd have to walk home in the rain, and I just did it. Without thinking about it, without considering what I was doing, nothing."

He chuckled. "Really?"

"Yeah." there was another long pause. "What made you accept the ride?"

"Well, I didn't want to walk home in the rain, seeing as I had my precious Polaroid on me. And I don't know, I just took the ride before I could think to do anything else."

I stared up at the slowly lightening sky. Thoughts and feelings flowed through my head, twisting, turning like Eels.

"And besides, who would turn down a ride from a pretty girl?" Vincent said, turning fully towards me.

I giggled, and could feel myself blushing. His dark hair hung in his face, and I just barely stopped myself from reaching out and brushing his hair back from his face. I resisted the urge to draw closer to him, to hug him, to press myself against his warm body and let myself openly show that I was cold.

It was like a little inner battle I was always having with myself when it was cold. If one would call being cold a weakness, then it was like my goal to show no weaknesses.

There was a minute of two where neither of us said anything, just stared at the other for a while.

"Hey Vincent?" I felt myself asking.

"Yeah?" he answered, drawing closer to me.

"Have you ever been in love?"

The boy began to giggle, and I blushed.

"Let me see..." He was silent for a moment, and then answered, "Yeah."

"What's it like?"

"Well, every time I see her my stomach turns a flip, and every time she touches me, I want to grab her and hold her to me and never let her go... On top of that, every time I see another girl I find myself comparing that girl to her, finding all the short comings for this girl, and finding none for her."

He was silent for a moment, and I was about to say something when he spoke again. "And every time I see her walk away from me, I feel like my heart is breaking. I want to tell her so badly that I love her, but I'm afraid. And it hurts to think that she might not like me, and that she might push me away."

"Hey, let's go back inside, it's getting kind of cold out here." I changed the subject, and pulled him back into the house and into the nest-bed next to me. "I'm tired..." I said, sniggling up against his chest, trying to get warm again.

Liar.

I wasn't tired at all. I was wide-awake.

All the while, my thoughts were in turmoil, my feelings running amuck.

Oh god, could it be?