Story in progress...
One of my favorite places is lying against Jacob's chest but I don't like his arms to be tightly around me, just loose and casual so I can breathe in his smell. It is a cross between coffee and vanilla. I don't even drink coffee, but I love the way it smells and I love being near him because he is the only person I can think of, who is in my life right now, who doesn't have any great expectations of me. And that means a lot. He just lets me be.
So I have been hanging out with him a lot lately. We both like old reruns of "Friends" and real milkshakes, not the fast food kind, but ones that we make with his deceased grandmas hand me down mixer. We are a great team, Jacob and I. When I am with him, I sometimes even remember what it is like to want to live.
That sounds so dramatic, I know. So sixteen year old high school girlish. The last few years have been rough for me though, so I've earned the right to a little self pity.

(who is talking... what happened to her? Dialog of jacob talking to her could get her name in there that way)