Heather

I automatically regret it when I ask him to go out with me. I really hope he doesn't think of it as something else, as a date or something. I don't know how he's reacting on the other side of the screen, I wish I know though. 

I look at my room around me. The feeling of cleaning is gone. I want to go get something to eat and head for the door when a tapping sound from the window stops me, I turn around to see Parker, smiling shyly at me. I open the window for him and quickly lock my door. 

"Sorry," He says, scratching the back of his head while he stares at the floor, "I couldn't wait."

"Wait for what?" I ask him, even though I know the answer. He couldn't wait to hang out with me, but why and for what?

"I don't know," He shrugs, "I guess I didn't want to take the risk of being impatient with something I never experienced and would like to experience with someone I... " His voice fades midsentence. What was he trying to say? Love?  

"Forget it," He says, "I'm babbling at this point." 

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks around. I try to think of something to say, I don't want awkward silence between us. And so I ask, "How's everything?"

He shifts his attention to me. "I'm doing.. great." He says and I catch a hint of happiness in his voice which makes me happy. 

"What do you want to do?" I ask. 

"Wanna play truth or dare?" He asks with an innocent smile and gives me puppy eyes. 

"Of course." I say and sit on the floor near my bed. And parker follows suit. "I start first." I tell him and he nods. I try to think of something to ask whether he chooses truth or dare. 

"What are you thinking about?" He asks. Smirking

"Nothing, I'm waiting for you to choose whether it's  truth or dare." I say, obliviously annoyed by his smirk. 

"Aren't you supposed to ask me first." He says with a tone like he discovered something powerful. He rests his chin on his palms while he continues smirking. 

"Parker it's not funny." I snap at him, and wish to  take it back immediately. He looks hurt and I realize what kind of person he is. "I'm sorry." I say. 

"Truth." He says and I try to think of something to ask. 

"What's one think that bothers you the most and what's one thing you love so much you hate to think of letting it  go? 

He looks at me, his eyes wide and he looks like he's about to rant. 

Parker

Shit, that's a deep question. What do I say? How can I tell someone that their light helps me in the darkness when they're the cause of the darkness? How do I tell a person that I can't risk losing them without ruining it all?

How do I tell Heather that she looks absolutely beautiful even when her head is tilted to the side and her eyes squirting?