• We sit and watch the last of the sun go down.
    "I have to go" he says.
    I looked at him with my needy eyes. He chuckles. I blush, why do I do that?
    "Why do you have to go?" I ask, puting my arms around his shoulders.

    It was wierd how things turned out. We used to hate eachother. Now we were watching the sunset. I don't know why or how, I just loved him.

    "I'm going to be late." he laughed.
    "Then be late." I said.
    He leaned in and pushed his soft lips against mine. I didn't fight back, no way I would fight against him. I mean, I would have, if I still hated him. But not now, never again. I just sat there, mouth open, cheeks stained red.

    "I have to go," he repeated, inunciating each word.

    He hopped down from were he sat. I watched him, seeing if he would turn around.

    "Hey!"

    He turned around, giving me a questioning look.

    "I hate you" I said with a smile.
    "I hate you, too" he chuckled.

    Then, he hopped on his bike, and rode away.