• "James can you tell me something?" Britanny asks looking up from her lover's lap.
    "Anything that would make you smile," He looks down at her and smiles.
    "I kinda figured that you would say that," she smiles back then continues, "Do you think that me and you are meant for each other?"
    "Baby Girl if you think that me and you are going to last then we'll last. If you think that me and you should break up then I'll be upset about it, but I'll let you go if you're happy without me. You mean everything to me, and as long as you're happy then I'm happy. Even if that means that I'm poor and I live I live in dispair. As long as I can hold you in my arms and be able to tell you that I love you then I can live my life just like that," James turns Britanny's face towards his and then he whispers, "You are my life, Britanny, and I'll love you no matter what." Britanny closes her eyes, and James kisses her softly.
    "I love you too," Britanny says after they finish kissing. *Beep, Beep, Beep* James' watch goes off.
    "Baby it's time to go, or do you want us both to get in trouble?" James looks in Britanny's eyes and sighs.
    "I know, atleast I got to kiss you before we had to go," Britanny sighs as she starts to get up. Britanny hated this time when she had to tell her lover good-bye only to wait until the next night to see him. James gets up as well, and dusts himself off.
    "That's true, but that doesn't make it any better. I just wish that you and me could be together without having to worry about getting in trouble," James looks Britanny square in the eye and starts to walk away.
    "James you know that I would love to be with you every second of the day, but you know that my parents don't allow this, and you parentsare to busy to notice things," Britanny grabs James' arm and turns him to face her.
    "I know that, Brit, But I hate that it's true. Now I have to go and you have to go, so bye," he takes Britanny's hand off his arm and kisses her hand.
    Britanny blushes, as he turns away. Britanny does the same, she shoves her hands in her pockets, and looks up to the sky.
    "Why does love have to be so complicated?" She askes herself.