She continued to toss and turn, unable to get the boys face out of her head. Even though the bed felt like clouds no matter what position she laid in she couldn't get comfortable. She sat up and plotted out what she could do, she looked at her door. Maybe she should go find him... she groaned at herself [I] Yeah and go from someone he likes to someone he fears, you creep. [/i] She let her head fall back on the pillows. Even if she was to, what was she going to say. [I] Come lay with me. [/I] Her own cheeks got red from the thought. Is she crazy? What kind of girl would he think she was? She groaned again, if she did nothing she'd never get any sleep.