Click! flashed Heaven's light on your features.

Dimly-lit reality slipped back through speedy blinks. "So, how are you and... what's his name again?"

"... Alex." Four-letter name you never bothered remembering. Couldn't blame you, though.

James. Reid. Gale.

Her routine of renewing romantic interests like a one-week subscription had gone stale. Moldy fungi degree of stale.

Blame her freewill, but, most importantly, you.

You who became her unwanted core seed in her mind, sprouting these... feelings into prominence.

"Yeah, him! How're things?"

Whirs from the camera saved her from your unwavering gaze—relentlessly pursuing the topsy-turvydom of her dating life.

"Never been better." Easy to slip a fat lie when she's attending to the polaroid's impending development. Your presence now? Just ambiance.

"You're smilinggg," you sing-song, and realization struck. Cheeks of both sides are too elated to be ogling at a blank square.

Shit, did you notice her in a dwam? Mind too absorbed in plugging your face at the heart of the image? Wait, no, no, no! You're not in her mind, never!

Footfalls pinch the girth, that vainglorious grin invading her vision's peripheral. Oozing with smugness, "you guys kissed?" was your guess.

You damn idiot. Lovely idiot.

"Did not—"

"Liar—" Snatch! "—just admit it." you stated through that smart-alecky smile.

Great, you've held the photo hostage and her heart.

"Gah, I don't have time for this." Outstretching an arm, "Come on, just—" fumbled through a grunt, "—give back the photo before you ruin it like your horrendous clothes."

But retorting bit her in the ass with your literal heightened display of mockery. The photo? Vertically beyond her limits.

On a pointe, goddamn cramps led an inevitable end to...

Thud!

her stability.

"Nghh, I told you..." groaned she, clumsily pushing herself to perk. She paused, though, when she found herself at the designated position.

Those lips... just plummeting hers and they'll mee—

No, Haley! Think straight—be straight!