Ray:
I'm not really reading my book. I want to talk to him, but I can't bring myself to do it. The only thing I've said to him was you should eat.
I really do love him... now that I know he likes me too... it's really awkward.
"R-ray, d-do y-you h-hate m-me," Norman burst in tears. "W-what?! Of course not!" I race over to him. He practically falls onto my arms. "It's the complete opossum actually," I mumble. "W-what?" He looks at me, "y-you like m-me," his face lightens. "Crap I've said to much," I say and let him go. "R-ray," he mumbles. "Oh- well would you look at that- I've gotta go, I think Emma's calling me,"
Norman:
"Oh- well would you look at that- I gotta go, I think Emma's calling me," he quickly says. Oh no you don't.
I get up and pin him to our bedroom wall. "You're not going anywhere, I'm not letting you avoid me again," I look him in the eye. He turns crimson and looks at me. "I-" I cut him off by kissing him. He kisses back, and I feel him melt under my touch.
I look at him, his body is tense but he looks like he wants me to kiss him again. "Ray- I've liked you since we were eight,"