(13) The million, scratch that, billion dollar answer

"What is that?" I asked out loud as I point a finger above us to connect imaginary lines, star by star.

He remains silent.

Wow, he could've grunted if he didn't want to talk to me.

I turn my head to the right and immediately, my tiny frown was replaced with a little smile when I knew the reason why Langston didn't answer me.

Reed Edward freaking Langston is actually sleeping beside me.

His hair is scattered fluffily around his head, his eyebrows twitched for a second before returning to its relaxed form, and his mouth was slightly ajar.

Aww, he looks adorable!

I need to capture this moment, like seriously. But before that...

I grabbed my sharpie in my left pocket, silently thanking my lazy lab partner for forcing me to bring the sharpie home. I took the cap off and felt an evil smirk crawl to my face. I drew a fake mustache, and started thickening it, and put a huge, gigantic mole right under his right eye.

Perfect.

Now, I really do need to capture this moment.

Firstly, I can use this