I don't know where this came from, but I hope anybody who reads it enjoys it. :)

I don't why what he said is so funny. Because it's really not. Maybe it is. Or maybe it's the weed.

Like I said, I don't know.

But I sound like a hyena, and he's laughing along, beautiful smile and all.

Once our laughter dies down, I bite into the apple I came into the kitchen to find in the first place.

"Why haven't we kissed?"

I look at him.

"What?"

He walks closer to me.

"Why haven't you kissed me?"

It's not like I haven't thought about it. I've been in love with him since forever.

But...

"Because I like you," I say with honesty and a little shrug.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Yes, it does."

I try to leave the kitchen, but he keeps me in my place.

I know I have to explain it to him before he breaks my heart.

"I like you. You know I like you. And kissing isn't something I do for fun. When I'm in, I'm all in. I don't dance around it or make light of it. I don't kiss and think it means nothing. Because a kiss always means something to me. And a kiss with you would mean everything."

I sigh.

"But you don't want that. Even if you do like me, you want to be able to go out and do whatever with other people. I'm not like that. I'm not looking for that."

He slowly takes his hand off my arm.

He looks as if he's been caught in a lie, like I've managed to expose everything he's ever been about.

"I wish I could believe I'm everything you'll ever need, but I know it's not true. And you can't convince yourself of that. So, no, I'm not going to kiss you. Do I want to? Yeah. But I'm not going to. Not until I know that I'm it for you."

I grab another apple and walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, realizing I forgot a key ingredient.

"Grab the Doritos, would you? I can't watch The Hangover without Doritos."