make some friends or enemies

Occ: Ok hope you feel better

As soon as she spoke he tried to move his gaze somewhere else, but he knew it was too late. Why did she have to notice him looking at her. After all, he hadn't really been looking at her, he had just been thinking about what was going to have to happen later. He didn't want to have to talk about what he was thinking about. It would just make him feel sad, and she definitely didn't need to know. His thought really wasn't important anyways. No one could stop the inevitable. He couldn't tell her a lie though. Lying was always wrong, especially with someone you were on a date with.

Wait, had that thought just gone through his head. They weren't actually on a date were they? They were just eating dinner, but she was his girlfriend. They hadn't called it a date though. They had really been too cold to care what it was called though. They had just been on top of a hill in a clearing freezing to death. Maybe it could be a date though, I mean was there anything wrong with it being a date.

If this was a date though, hadn't the rest of the day been a date. All they had done was walk around to each of their favorite places and enjoy each others company, but wasn't that still considered a date? He didn't know. This whole topic was confusing him. He was awful in relationships, but even if this was a date it didn't matter. As long as he was with her nothing in the world matter, but soon he wouldn't be with her anymore and then he didn't know what would happen. Sure he would see her tomorrow, but he never wanted to leave this girl.

Why was he letting this topic mess with his head like this. It wasn't like anyone was going to hurt her. She had those throwing stars, and she looked look she knew how to use them well enough. If anyone tried to mess with her they were just as likely to die as she was. This wasn't what bothered him though. It was something he knew would hurt her again, and he knew she couldn't stop it. It had hurt her in the past and he was sure it would hurt her again. What was it? The thought was driving him crazy. He knew he was so close to the answer, but still he couldn't put his finger on it. Suddenly it hit him and he wondered why he hadn't thought of it earlier. He was worried about her father.

He couldn't tell her this though. He was her father. It was kind of ironic though that she was worried that her father would hurt him, but he was worried about the exact opposite. If something happened to her and she was badly injured could he live with himself? What if the next time her father was drunk she didn't get lucky enough to only receive a scar. What if next time he ended her life. The thought had just crossed his mind when he knew he couldn't do anything about this. What was he going to do forbid her from seeing her father. That was impossible.

Then another thought struck him. He had to answer her question honestly, but he couldn't tell her any of the things he'd been thinking about. He couldn't lie to her. It was wrong, and he knew he would get caught. She was smart enough not to be lied to. He had to give an answer that seemed innocent enough. He could never tell her he was worried her father would kill her. He decided to go with the best answer he could think of." Sorry I wasn't looking at anything. I was just thinking, that's all."