What a peaceful and quiet day.. just you, Scaramouche and a movie playing on the TV in his apartment. The boy was gently stroking your hair, his dark eyes focused on the screen. You moved up a bit, resting your head on his chest. A soft smile appeared on Scaramouche's lips as you did so.

His heart was beating so fast. You listened to his heartbeat and smiled as well. He continued to stroke your hair, but eventually stopped and just rested his hand on your head.

Sometimes Scaramouche wondered how could someone like you — a gentle and caring soul — be with someone like him..

How was he supposed to tell you that all this was just a dare? How was he supposed to tell you that he had no romantic feelings for you at all.. and that all this was just a dare? He always considered such games stupid.. and he knew that soon — he would have to tell you that all this isn't real..

He looked down at you again and slightly ruffled your hair. he could smell the shampoo even from a short distance.. "You smell like pomegranates.." he muttered, causing you to smile.

Oh, how he wished that he didn't have to hurt you at all..