The Beginning

"Hey, if I held a gun to your head, what would you say?"

These kinda questions were always asked when the two of us stayed awake just a little too late.

She didn't think long before answering, a sly grin creeping along her face.

"I don't know, but I bet I'd look good with a bullet through my head," She smirked, leaning back against the wall, her feet dangling off my bed.

"Oh, come on. Try harder!" I laughed, throwing a pillow her way.

I missed, but she grinned, grabbing it and pulling it to her chest.

"I dunno. Seriously?"

"yeah, seriously."

"Huh. Well, I guess I could say 'hey, let me do it for you.' or I would say please. Or I would tell you to look at the moon, so that the man you see in the face if the moon will always be mine. Or I'd say thank you, so that you wouldn't grieve to hard-,"

"One thing, Reese, one thing. You have just a few words and they could be the difference between life and death, and I've got the trigger."

"Well I guess you'll have to wait and find out. When you try to kill me, of course," She rolled her eyes. Reese was the sarcastic one. I was the dramatic one. That's one reason we're such good friends, I think.

"When pigs can fly," She mumbled, leaning her head back against the wall, closing her eyes.