Let me paint a picture for you.
It was late night. Snow coming down. Easton and Jack Dimwitt sitting outside on the deck with hot chocolate in hand. Soft music playing somewhere in the distance.
"You know some British people say d.ick instead of deck?" She questioned Jack out of nowhere.
"Ok... what is wrong? And Easton, don't say nothing because I know you better than that" his words hit her.
She turned her body towards him. Inhaled.
"I'm confused" she said exhaling the night air. The smell of snow all around them.
"About what?" he asked.
"Well there's this guy and he's really great. He makes me laugh when I don't feel like laughing, he has mad skills when it comes to art. He doesn't look like a model but in some lights, he could be one."
"ok" he said.
"And then there's another guy. He's everything or should be everything. Great looker, great talker, excellent cook".
"now I'm confused" Jack said.
"How?" Easton asked.
"Well If the first guy is me... I don't like thinking that I'm not "hot" enough for you. That kind of hurts. And If I'm the second guy.. well what is stopping us from being together?" Jack let his emotions out.
"Well" Easton began to say.
"shh" came from Jack's lips. "If you say that Gavin is the one keeping us apart then... well just look around, Easton. He isn't here. I'm here. I'll always be here. And even that first guy, whoever he might be... he's not here either. "
"I know" Easton said in a low manner.
"So, how about it?" he said.
"How about what?" she asked.
"us?" Jack said with a question all over his face.
[type "confused" if you read.]