Change

He asked if he could rest his head on my lap, I agreed. Same old, same old? His hair tickled the insides of my thighs, just like it always did. I giggled and ran my fingers through his hair, as always. Then he looked at me, but in his brown eyes I saw something new. My eyes spoke a story of its own, opposite to his. It lied, my eyes lied and he knew it. He slowly brushed his hand against my arm, and I didn't mind. Somehow his lips settled into mine, and it felt good. It felt new. It felt... different. He pulled away but I pulled him back. He gave me one of his lazy smiles and asked if I wanted him to stop.

I didn't answer, I didn't have to.

"Wait."
"Hmm?"
"I can't do this. What will this do to our friendship?"
"It'll add a whole new variety of fun activities we could do together."
"What will it do to him?"
"This has nothing to do with him. He's the past, I'm the future."
"He is the past, but you're not my future."
"What am I?"
"My friend?"
"What am I? Tell me"
"You.. you can be my right now."
"Your right now."
"That's all I can offer for now; probably all I can offer for good."
"I'm not one to complain."
"That's a refreshing change."
"Change is good."
"You're change."
"I'm change."
"And what if you decide you want more?"
"I won't. I'll only take what you give me."
"Promise?"
"No."
"No?"
"I promise nothing."
"Okay."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."

Change! Sweet, glorious, exciting change. I like you, change... I like you a lot.