he's my idiot.
him: hey, princess...
me: yeah?
him: so i've been thinking...
me: this is monumental! should i let the world know that it's possible? cooper can think!
him: ha. you're so funny.
me: i kid, i kid. so what's up?
him: i was just like, thinking... like, what if i, er, didn't graduate?
me: what?
him: i could fail all my tests and homework starting now, and once we get to the finals, i'll just bomb them.
me: but... why?
him: i don't know what i'm doing with my life. hell, you're probably going off to some fancy school. god knows where. and i'm just, stuck. i've never been the smart one.
me: oh, cooper...
him: no, don't pity me.
me: cooper.
him: i don't want it.
me: cooper.
him: please.
me: cooper!
him: oh, what?
me: come with me to monroe valley.
him: what?
me: you think i know what i'm doing?
him: yeah, you're going to become one of those super rich lawyers, marry some mathematician, get pregnant and live in a big white house...
me: hold your horses there, weirdo.
him: ...
me: first of all - no, i am not becoming a lawyer. that's what my parents want. not me. second of all - i may have a ninety-nine average in math, but that doesn't mean i like it. or would marry some guy who did it for a living. or, god help me, for the 'fun' of it.
him: ...
me: and i don't have to worry about getting pregnant, haha.
him: what? a pretty girl like you?
me: are you implying that i will be a party animal?
him: well, you are going to monroe.
me: shut it. what i meant, was, i can't get pregnant.
him: ...
me: as in, ever.
him: but... why?
me: polycystic ovary syndrome, hormones, vaginas, and a lot of big fancy words that basically mean i can never have kids.
him: oh.
me: who's pitying who now?
him: sorry.
me: shut up about me marrying mathematicians now, okay?
him: sorry princess.
me: it's okay, cooper.
him: okay.
me: you never did answer my question.
him: what?
me: monroe valley?
him: uh...
me: please?
him: maybe.
me: i'm going to take that as a yes.
him: ...
me: you better not go failing your tests now.
him: you're cute when you're serious.
me: ...
him: and when you blush.
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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 ]
