Because I Decided to Write a More "Normal" Story... From a GUY'S POV

She lowered her cigarette as I walked over, and smiled in my direction. Lowering myself onto the bench next to her, I grimaced at her. “Why do you smoke those things?”
Smiling, she turned her back to me, swinging her legs over the arm of the wicker loveseat, and laid her head in my lap. “Maybe I feel glamorous,” she blew a small stream of smoke into my face. “Maybe it relieves my stress.” After taking one last drag, “Maybe, Ethan, I just plain like it.” With that, she blew the rest of the smoke into my face.
Once I was no longer blinded by the gray smoke, I plucked the white stick out of her fingers, dropped it on the floor, and put it out with my foot.
Diana glared at me. She sat up and when her eyes dropped, I lifted her chin, my hands shaking. She looked back into my eyes, hers an impossibly dark navy blue. I ran my index finger along her eyelashes, over clumps of mascara. I rubbed the excess makeup between that finger and my thumb, wondering why she bothered with that crap. I had seen her without makeup a million times, and still she had to hide behind it.
She walked away. I stood up, perplexed until she turned around and gestured for me to walk with her. I walked quickly to catch up with her, and then she started to run away. I ran after her, and we twisted through the park. She stopped at the edge of the pond. The moon reflected into the water, which reflected onto her, turning her hair and eerie black-green.
I made my final lunge and grabbed her hips from behind. She shrieked, twisted from me. She ended up spinning away from me and falling to the ground in a fit of laughter. She sat in the grass, trying to subdue her laughter. I sat with her, watching as her laughter made her cry. Hyperventilating, she looked up at me, and I ran my fist under her eyes, trapping the little drops of hysteria. She looked at me, and I grabbed her hands, stood up and pulled her to her feet. When she was up I wrapped my arm around her waist and we walked home.
We were silent. She stared at the pavement and I stared at her. Her legs were bare and scratched. I worried, but kept my suspicions to myself. Then, she turned her head to look at me and said, “Can I stay over your house?”
My eyes, still on her destroyed legs, said, “Yes.”
I looked back into her eyes, as deep, and about as dark as the sky. “Thanks, Ethan. You’re pretty great, you know. I hope your parents don’t mind.”
I shook my head. “They won’t, you know that.”
“Phew… If I was any other girl, they’d hate me.”
This time, I let my eyes pierce hers. A moment of declaration. “But you aren’t any other girl.”

Hey guys! I’m really falling in love with Ethan and Di, so, tell me, do you like them? I think you should.