it feels weird to think that he and i will be 'adults' in a few months.
me: my head hurts so much!
him: that's what happens when andrew turpin spikes the punch and i have to carry you home and bang your head against the door frame. accidentally.
me: you idiot!
him: at least i carried you home!
me: where are we? it's so dark in here.
him: my room.
me: what about your rents?
him: dad's out of town for the weekend. mom doesn't live with us anymore.
me: oh. you never told me that.
him: didn't know i was supposed to.
me: shut up and make me coffee.
him: okay, my troll princess.
me: i hope that isn't a permanent name.
him: until you shower. or brush your hair.
me: so charming.
him: i'm no prince.
me: good, i'm no fan of the whole prince and princess pairing.
him: you're one of those tangled fans from tumblr, aren't you?
me: ...
him: you're so predictable sometimes.
me: ...
him: it's cute.
me: ....
him: coffee run with me?
me: but i look like shit, so...
him: you're a beautiful troll.
me: give me your shit-kicking sweats, and we'll hit the streets!
him: i feel like we're secret cop partners or something.
me: we can pretend for today.
him: to the coffee! and donuts, cops love donuts!
me: i love donuts.
him: i love you.
me: stop making me blush and get me coffee.
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
