What Is Love?

Inner Monologue

Without thinking I slowly started leaning in to.

I mentally shook myself, trying to stop what was about to happen.

When that didn't help, I mentally slapped, punched, poked myself, but nothing helped.

Somehow I managed to move my hand without Austin seeing and I pinched myself.

I suddenly came out of my trance, I cleared my throat, and stood up.

Austin slightly jumped at how sudden I was.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now, 'night Austin," I said.

I held my guitar a little to tightly and walked to the sliding glass door.

I slipped through and shut it behind me.

Before I continued to my room I looked out the glass door at Austin.

He was looking at me.

I quickly turned around and quietly but quickly went back to my room.

I put my guitar on its stand, and sat on my bed and leaned against against the wall.

I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my chin on my knees.

Did that seriously almost happen? I asked myself.

Yes, yes it did, I answered myself.

I ended up having a inner monologue with myself-it is a fact that intelligent and creative people talk to themselves(it really is a fact), and I am both intelligent and creative.

Did he just try to kiss you?

Yes, I answered my own question.

Didn't you try and kiss him back?

*Inwardly sighs*

Yes.

Do you like him?

I didn't want to answer that question.

Do you like him?

It was like the angel and devil version's of me were sitting on my shoulders and arguing with each other.

Yes, the angel whispered.

Does he like you? My devil self said.

No, angel me said.

Devil me crossed her arms and gave angel me a pointed look.

Maybe it was just a spur of the moment act, angel me said defensively.

Devil me laughed.

No, he likes you, she said.

No, he doesn't, angel me argued. Does he? She whispered to herself.

Angel me started doubting herself.

I was pulled out of my inner monologue when I heard light footsteps stop in front of my door.

I knew instantly it was Austin.