Page 221 of Breaking the Rules
"I have headphones."
"You're gonna blow out your eardrums."
"I'll keep it reasonable."
"Good." His fingers brush my ear. "Would hate if I couldn't talk to you anymore."
"You could. You'd just have to shout."
"What if your hearing goes completely?"
"We'd learn sign language together."
"That's a commitment."
"Yeah, but you already told me I'm your best friend."
He smiles. "Using that to manipulate me already?"
"Stating facts."
He turns. Rests his ass against the wall. Stares back at the hallway. "I'm not sure I see it."
I do. Kinda.
My bed could go against the wall.
My dresser next to it.
The closet has plenty of space for my stuff.
Then my vanity in the corner.
No, there's only room for my vanity or my desk.
And there's no way I'm giving up on my desk. I poured my heart into that thing over the last year. Every time I felt something strong, I channeled it into that desk. Found the right lyric to express it. Scribbled in the right color.
Hell, I even drew on it.
And I can't draw for shit.
If I can see that, then maybe this can work.
"You're thinking something," he says.
"About my desk."
"It's cute."
"You mean with the writing?"
He nods.
"Kaylee did that first. I stole her idea."
"Great artists steal."
"Who said that?" I ask.
