HER ARMS ARE WARM AND as I look up at Lana, I feel a tug at my heart. Her heart-shaped face is all I could stare at. How is it possible for one person to hold so much beauty? Her hollywood lips were full of temptation, especially as she smiled down at me. She finally drew her eyes away from me and onto the movie, but all my attention is on her.

Moments like these make me thankful for Lana, they make me forget about the bad times.

She looks down at me and smiles. "You know if you keep starring at me like that, I'll no choice but to kiss you." And for the first time, I kiss her. Not because she told me to, not because she did it forcefully, but because I wanted to.

Her lips mold into mine like a jagged puzzle piece. My hands hook themselves around her neck. She pulls away and we don't break eye contact for a second. The lust in her eyes is noticeable and the dash of red sprinkled on her cheeks is unbearable.

I notice her eyes begin to drift to my stomach. An uneasy feeling came crashing down on me, and I just leaned into her hoping it would go away. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" She asks so fragilely, I'm not even sure if it's the same girl from a few days ago. Lana has never been so nice to me, at least not since freshman year.

Never so caring. Never so loving. It's odd, but I'm sure if she said the right words I might just fall in love.

"There's nothing really to say, Lana. You know how Ahmaya is when she drinks," I state vaguely, not really wanting to recount the moment a shard of glass penetrated my skin. It hurt like hell, but I've been to hell so many times it started to feel more like home.