• The silent television cast a white blue light on the two laying in the tiny twin bed, curled up close to one another, naked, their skin pressing against each other. The light cast deep dark shadows against the walls, and in the corners. The room was tiny, a pantry really, cramped with a dresser, a tiny television, and clothes carpeting the plastic tiled floor. The girl was laying close, naked save for a pair of panties, and he was wearing just his jeans. Her hand was slipped into them, resting there in the extra warmth of his pants almost lovingly as they watched the movie he had put on. They watched it every night with the volume turned down when she would sneak over. It was a time of peace from their complicated teenage lives. They couldn't talk above a whisper, but they would both later admit that it had been the happiest they will ever be. It was warm next to him, and she was a comfort to hold. It was love they would always declare, and their lives would slowly unfold.