Love is a battlefield... and I am the cannon.

Laying in bed, he mentally prepares for the day ahead. Hoping to escape the monotony of schoolwork, he picks up his phone and gives her a call.

He knows it's stupid but he actually kind of missed her today. He doesn't know what to tell her or how to tell it, only that he knows he feels something for her more than friendship, whether he's just closer to her than his other friends or whether it's actually something more.

Knowing how things have gone in the past when he gets too far ahead of himself, he decides it's best to just enjoy what they have going, and doesn't say a word about it. Yet he can't help but get the impression that she knows what he's thinking.

In an obvious attempt to seem inconspicuous, he mentions something about the cold weather. She agrees that it is, in fact, quite cold.

"Enough of the bullshiting," he tells himself. "Just tell her how you feel."

He feels the words creep up from his gut to the back of his throat, but they never quite reach the phone. They keep talking throughout the night, finally deciding to call it quits. They both say their goodbyes, and he finally hikes up the nerve to say what he's been dying to say. He opens his mouth...

"I..." he sputters. Click.