Chapter 1: What's going on inside your head?

Deep calm breaths, tense body, placid expression. I've always been good at hiding what I want unseen. ("Where are my emotions now?") I ask myself bitterly. ("I never have a problem with this when I'm alone and pissed off") I add sarcastically, an inner war going off inside my head. Being honest with myself isn't an issue right now. ("Clearly") I once again add, childishly fighting with myself. I'm sitting in front of the thing that has caused this inner dispute, smoke chasing the cool night air, I stood staring at those gorgeous brown eyes that stare strongly back at me waiting to receive my answer. My eyes dart to a snow flake in the distance that slowly falls onto a car parked not far away from where we are in this close quartered alley way. He shuffles irritably at my childish behavior. "Hey" he huffs and uses his index finger to push my forehead. "I'm right here, and you aren't escaping me again. You will give me an answer, or we will just sit here in this dense atmosphere until you do" He leans in half way though his sentence and cages me in with his arms, whilst he moves in to lean his head slightly against the left side of mine to lean towards my neck and ear in a sort of soft snuggle by the end of the sentence. "I can't think if your going to be this close to me, especially if you want an asnwer about how I feel." I respond cooly, controlling my heart rate to the best of my ability. "Ah.. so the dead is finally able to respond? Now if only they'd repond to my question" He states cheekily