The first rule of living is to do the thing you're most afraid of.
"I can't believe you're still afraid of the dark!" He laughs, throwing his head back. His eyes were twinkling with mischief as he read my paper over and over again.
"It's not funny." I grumbled. "Now give me your paper."
He hands me a piece of scratch paper, looking like it had been eaten and spit out by a bunch of dogs. "Did you get this out of a sewer?" I ask, scrunching up my nose. He rolls his eyes, looking at my paper. "Whatever. I still can't believe you've never ridden a roller coaster either." He comments.
This time, It was my turn to roll my eyes. I look at the very bottom of his paper. Questions were written and under them were a bunch of answers. "You're afraid of love." I state. "Cheesy."
He stays silent for a while, and I wondered if I'd hurt his feelings before he speaks up.
"Don't you get it?" He asks, looking me straight in the eye. "When you lose someone, someone you love, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt." I stare at him for a few seconds, thinking of what had brought him to say that.
"Tell you what." He speaks up, breaking the silence. "I'll help you overcome your fears."
"In exchange for what?"