The grass on my back feels nice. It's damp and cool, making me feel at peace, and that's something that I often don't feel.

But lying here makes everything okay. Lying here, there's no drama to face. Highschool is full of that — it might as well be the Queen of Drama.

That's besides the point.

I'm lying here, as you already know, but I am not alone. No, there are two others with me. There's Michael; he's in the middle, and currently, he's staring up at the stars above us, a serene smile playing on his lips.

On his other side is Teresa, my best friend. I can't see her from my spot on the other side of Mike, but that's okay. All I want to see is the scenery above me. And Mike. I want to forget that Teresa is even here. Does that sound mean?

It's true, though.

Mike turns his head to look at me. He grins lazily, then grabs my hand and begins to push my fingers in with his fingers. It's a little thing he does – and it makes my fingers tingle. I quickly pull my hand away and give him a light playful slap on the shoulder. He continues to grin as he grabs my hand again and does the same thing — this time not allowing me to pull away.

But part of that is because I don't want to pull away, despite the fact that it feels so strange on my fingers. I would say it hurt, but it doesn't. It just tingles and sends shivers down my spine.

I can't help it. I intertwine my fingers with his and he gives me an unreadable look. I know my face is flaming; I feel as if I'm about to spontaneously combust. But then he grins again and runs his thumb gently along mine. I smile back at him and cuddle closer.

He turns his head to look at Teresa — maybe she poked him to get his attention or something. Whatever the reason, I feel a twinge of irritation directed at her prick at my insides. I sigh and look up at the sky, staring at the twinkling stars above me.

"The little dipper," I say out loud, mostly to myself, but Mike hears and looks up at the sky. We share the same view.

"I don't see it."

"You never see it," I reply with a grin. He looks at me and playfully nudges me with his elbow. At this moment, I take the time to concentrate on how our hands fit so nicely together. I like it. I don't want to let go.

"I just realized something," Teresa's voice shatters the short silence. She sounds just as peaceful as I feel.

"What's that?" Mike almost whispers.

"Your birthday is in three days, Mike."

Mike chuckles and nods.

"I'll make sure to wish you a happy birthday," I say quietly. Mike looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

"Is that all I get?" he asks suggestively. I know he's joking. He's never serious when he flirts with me. He hurts me without even meaning to, but it isn't his fault. I don't blame him.

"What do you want?" I ask, giving him an amused look.

He licks his lips at me and I roll my eyes.

"As if," I mumble and look away, although inside, I wish he knew that I really want to give him what he was implying.

So I continue to lay there with Mike and Teresa, staring up at the sky. I feel so happy, so serene. I love this. Laying in the grass at midnight with my two best friends — especially with Mike. Holding his hand.

Maybe he'll take the hint? Maybe I won't have to say anything at all?

Maybe he feels the same way?

I smile to myself and suddenly feel warm all over, despite the cool grass beneath me.

I prop myself up on my shoulders, wanting to tell Mike so bad. I glance at him, then freeze. I can see Teresa now. I can see her hand laced with Mike's. She gives me a small smile. She doesn't know.

I lay back down and practically rip my hand away from Mike's. He glances at me in confusion, but I don't look back. I get up and brush my back off, feeling stiff. Feeling hurt.

He always does this. He hurts me without even knowing it. How can someone have such power over another?

"I'd better get home," I whisper, then turn and walk off, leaving my two best friends confused.