i still don't know if it was a dream.
him: your parents won't mind that i'm sleeping here, right?
me: what they'll never know won't hurt them.
him: when did you get this rebellious?
me: well if you ever left some of the rebelling to me, i could've showed you.
him: seriously though - i'm not going to get stoned by them, am i?
me: have you cared what my parents have thought of you? they don't think much of anyone, really.
him: you're right. i'm just sleeping here anyways. not like we're going to do anything together.
me: don't worry cooper, i won't let you sex me up.
him: ...
me: what? did i say something?
him: never...
me: never what?
him: never ever ever say the words 'sex me up' again.
me: o-kay.
him: this is why you've never had a boyfriend.
me: ...
him: uh-huh.
me: let's just go to bed.
him: you have the coolest fuzzy blanket i have ever seen.
me: it is pretty awesome.
him: man, you look wiped. it's almost like you're gonna conk out at any second now.
me: ...
him: nina?
me: ...
him: i knew she snored.
me: ...
him: i think i might love this girl.
let's hope the scrap
of paper with words
scribbled down its
spine never leaves
her hands.
YOU ARE READING
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 ]
