she knew he was cheesy but she didn't know he was that cheesy, so after his comment she laughed.
"mikey, we've always been air. we've breathed, seen and touched every possible thing we could breathe, see or touch. we're us."
"it's funny how people can still see us though, we live normal lives but we'll never die."
"that's because we're-once again-us." kayla rolled her eyes.
"i know that." kayla once again rolled her eyes. she leaned over from the passenger seat and pressed her lips to his.
they'd parked at a dark area in the-what most people would say-bad part of town. not that it mattered. they wouldn't die.
kayla liked the fact that michael didn't seem to care what happened while caring about everything at the same time.
she loved the way he loved life-even though they didn't really have a life. an alive life anyway.
she loved him and she loved the way he made her feel when he touched her.
his hands sent chills up her spine and he'd always have his hands on her.
kayla made sure that they were always touching: holding hands, sitting close to each other, cuddling. if there was a possible way they could be touching, they would be.