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November 29, 2006

"It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Yeah." He answered her with vacant eyes that watched the fireplace before them.

"Couldn't you just watch it for hours?"

"I know what you mean."

"I could watch the whole city burn." She smiled (proudly) at her seemingly profound statement. He must like that sort of thing.

He turned his head and gave her a questioning look. His tone of voice suggested that he thought she was either insane or from another planet, "W-Why?"

She shrugged, "It would be pretty."

He snorted and turned his attention back to the fire, "No, it wouldn't."

"C'mon." She laughed nervously at his response, "I wasn't serious. I mean, I don't want anyone to get hurt or something. It would just be... pretty."

He sighed and shook his head, "Don't get me wrong, I would be fine with this shit hole and its shit residents dissapearing overnight. What I mean is that it wouldn't be as facinating to watch. A fire is only as good as the detail you witness. To have an entire city burn would be a waste because it's more than you can possibly watch. Me? I'd be happy watching a match burn. An entire city is unecessary if you're looking for a simple form of amusement."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess so." Her words were hollow and she stared at the fire, waiting for him to answer. He didn't. Not so much because he was ignoring her, but because he was once again captivated by the dancing light. She was captivated by her own insecurity and doubt. Not only did she have to deal with the question of whether or not he liked her, after an awkward coffee date and what was practically an invasion of his home, but now she began to wonder whether or not she liked him. He was fucking weird, after all. She never really liked him very much, despite his looks. She just thought that a boy like him by her side would make her the talk of the school once again. She was an attention whore, I'm not going to lie. It had something to do with abandonment issues, a messed up and deprived childhood, blah blah. As for the boy... well, he really was fucking weird.

Finally, amidst the flames before her and the chaotic fire in her mind, she figured out what felt like the right thing to say. As right as it seemed, she said it with hesitance, "I'll go grab some more wood."

"Don't bother." He told her. There was fire in his eyes.