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*11 years later*
"Kay! Wait up!", I walked up to her and kissed her.
"You seem happy", she said.
"Well", I prompted.
"There's a special day coming up soon, and I was hoping we could plan it together". I smiled.
"You remembered!", she squealed.
"2 years on June 15. Just 3 days away." Beaming, I continued.
"So, princess. What do you want to do?" She scrunched her nose and smiled. She looked so damn cute when she did that.
"How about you finally stop calling me princess?", she smirked, knowing my answer.
"You're my princess. I'll never deny that, because I'm proud to be your prince. And I just want to treat my princess to a perfect date." I said, knowing I'd win her over.
"Well Cal, you know exactly what I love. How about you pick." I was hoping for her to say that.

"Okay, great. I'll pick you up at nine on our anniversary." the words smoothly and surely rolled off my tongue.

"Don't get too dressed up princess" I smirked, a plan already forming in my mind.

3 days later:

I looked at my image in the mirror. I was wearing a smokey teal t-shirt and black jeans, paired with a black and white Nike windbreaker, and grey and black Adidas runners. I grabbed my wallet, keys, and phone, heading to my car. I started the engine and texted Kay.




Yeah. What do you have planned?


I don't want to ruin the surprise princess. Be there in 10.


Okay. See you then. Love you.


Love you too.

I pulled up at Kay's house with a bouquet of Anemones. Each flower a rich shade of maroon. I was about to ring the bell, when the door opened, and there she was. Beautiful as ever. She was wearing baggy, destroyed denim jeans, with the cuff rolled up. Her smooth tan skin peaking out here and there. With it, she paired a white, fitted crop, and a pair of white Nike Air Forces. Her dark hair draped down the length of her back, in loose, voluminous waves. God, she looked stunning. As I said, beautiful as ever. I handed her the flowers. She smiled, they were her favourites. That's one of the things I loved about her, she was so different from every other girl. Kay was never into all that cliche shit, like red roses. She was her own person. What can I say? She was Kay.

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