Witch

Sam takes a seat on sofa, then heaves a sigh.

    It looks like it's her first time in their house, he thinks. Truly, in his whole nineteen-years-old life, he never felt this kind of awkwardness in front of a girl before. Girls were easy and eager for him, eager to get in touch with him, because he had his charming looks and behavior to impress them. But this girl sitting front of him, somewhat makes him__ he can't detect it, an unknown feeling.

"Mahone, can you wake your brother up?" she looks up after a while. "It's important, I need to talk with him."

"Um, okay. He's just taking a nap," he nods slightly, thinking of saying something else to her, but changes his mind.

"I'm already up," Lynn says from the staircases, coming down. His face looks a little swollen from sleeping, his hair is messy as usual. He quickly paces to her, "What's wrong, Sam? Are you okay?" he sits beside her on the sofa and kisses her cheek.

She doesn't say anythin