Throwing myself back onto Lana's neon pink pillows, I answered her "The whole book is more of a sci-fi fantasy human experiment set in space. It is all metaphorical for the nature of human beings so I left the ending open. I hate cliff hangers as a reader but writing them are so fun. I feel kind of evil leaving the ending where it is."

Her blue eyes blinked a few times before she replied "I love you but you should know that I might not finish reading your book for like two years."

I laughed at her "I was not expecting you to. I do not expect anyone would want to read it."

"Loads of people will want to read it. You need to give yourself more credit." She scolded "You have worked really hard on this."

"I do not know what to do now." I admitted, "Now I have finished it, is it just going to live in my drafts?"

Lana grinned in encouragement "Send it to some publishers."

"I can not do that!"

"Why not?" She questioned.

Shaking my head at her hopeful gaze, I explained "I have wrote the book but I can not just send it away. It is not even edited."

"No doubt that you checked it as you went." She argued before she mentioned, "Does publishers not have teams of editors to handle this sort of stuff?"

"I am not sending anything away. I can't." I assured.

"Why not?" She crossed her arms and tilted her head "Are you scared?"

She was provoking me into sending it away. I knew exactly what she was trying to do and I was falling for it anyway.

"I am not scared."

Lana mouthed "Sure."

Scowling at her one last time, I put my laptop back on my thigh and started searching for a list of book publishers. I got up from the bed and scavenged for a pen and paper before I started to make a list of emails and details for different companies.

I then took my time to write an email before adding several publishing email addresses to the recipient box. Some companies sounded familiar and some did not but I added them all.

I read over my email again and then the panic of realisation hit me "I can not do this!"

"Yes you can." She argued, "What is there to lose?"

Sitting back so I was leaning against her headboard, I sighed "Only my dignity."

She rolled her eyes. Then before I could blink, she grabbed my laptop and clicked on the mousepad once. The little arrow had clicked on the send button.

A small scream left my mouth before I covered it in shock. I froze for a second before I grabbed a pillow and threw it at Lana.

She turned the laptop around and showed me the screen where the email draft was no longer there. It is too late for any takebacks.