"Marshall, I love you but not the way you want me to love you." Larna looked at him as she sat on the edge of his bed.

Marshall stopped fidgeting with the buckle of his belt. "I'm sorry." He kept a hold of his belt.

His sixteen year old heart felt like it was starting to break, he loved Larna with all his heart and in this very moment, he had thought she loved him the way he loved her.

Larna rose to her feet, stepped closer to the half dressed young man standing in front of her. She placed her hands over his hands "You need to remember to ask a girl." She kissed his cheek.

She was only fifteen, he was sixteen. He was still a scared teenager feeling unconfident with anyone that was around him, Larna had learnt that the moment that had become friends.

"Do you think..."Marshall trailed off.

Larna rolled her eyes "Marshall." She smirked before taking a step back, she let go of his hands. She picked his shirt up off the floor "You and I won't ever work. This won't be the experience you want." She reached his shirt out to him.

Marshall lowered his gaze down to the ripped up carpet.

"I like girls." Larna felt free to tell Marshall the truth.