Twenty-twelve;part two.

He looked up at the stars, apparently in deep thought. Then he smiled and put his arm around me. "For a girl, you're pretty alright." I tried to fight back my smile, "Oh, wow, thanks. For a jerk," I faked punched him," you're pretty alright too." "I reckon you're right." he said, after a while. "About what?" "I guess it's best if we don't know when we die." he said, pushing a small log into the fire with his boot. So we sat there, under the glow of the stars, until we both fell asleep.