I'm standing in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what I'm going to wear. I can't believe that I'm stressed over such a tiny thing. I guess that's his influence. I want to impress him. I want him to tell people about us. I want it to be real. I want everything to be real. I can't seem to figure out why he's scared.

And then I remember her. Miss Emily Rose.

She doesn't know it yet, but she's begun a war.

And she's not going to win.

She can't win. Because I want this more than her, I need this more than her. I need him.

Because he makes me feel like no one else has made me feel before. He makes me feel special. Like I'm not just some kid with a crazy story. With him, I can be whoever the hell I want to be.

And nobody can make me give that up. Ever.