Maya’s P.O.V
I was in bed, staring at the ceiling. I never liked how Nolan and I said goodnight. He was acting strangely, and I knew it was because tonight he had looked at me a different way than what he usually does. He was feeling bad. He never had to feel bad. He was only looking; it was not like he was doing anything bad or disrespectful. I sometimes think he is just too nice. He needs to start relaxing more. He worries too much.
I decided since I could not fall asleep in my own bed, I would sneak through to his. I pulled myself out of my own bed, going through to his. I quietly opened the door and crept in; in case he was sleeping. I never wanted to wake him up.
“No need to creep, I am not sleeping.” I hear him laugh.
“Oh, OK. I wasn’t sure.” I giggled, climbing onto his bed,
