Author's note: When I fall asleep I dream of this incredible club in which everyone is who they aren't. As... Show full author's note »
Even Brave are Scared"You can do it Liz," Aaron laughed, "I know you can."
"I'm scared though," she said trying to open the door to her house, "Stupid key." Liz threw her house key onto the doormat.
"Don't take your anger out on the poor key," he laughed bending over to pick it up, "I think you can do it by the way."
"Tell James what's been going on and how you feel," he slid the key into the lock and opened the door, "You sure your parents won't mind me staying over for the night?"
"No. They're out for the weekend anways," Liz said tossing her heels onto a lonely chair that sat in the corner, "Aaron, I'd tell him if I could but I'm just to scared."
"I know, little miss unafraid to be bold and different is scared."
"You can do it Liz, I beleive in you." Aaron gently hugged her, "The worst he can say is no, and the worst he can do is walk away without saying anything to you."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," She shrugged and headed towards her room, "Night Aaron."