i'm with stupid.
me: i never sent in my yearbook quote!
him: i love how you just broke into my house and didn't even have the manners to knock on my bedroom door.
me: this isn't the time for a joke! and you shouldn't have told me where you keep your spare key!
him: i could have been naked.
me: lucky me.
him: yearbook quote?
me: oh, right.
him: just pick a random angelina jolie quote.
me: ...
him: what? she's an inspiration!
me: don't even.
him: okay bb.
me: i have no idea what i should put.
him: it's up to you.
me: i don't even know where i am in the yearbook!
him: next to me.
me: really?
him: yup, made sure of it.
me: well, that makes it way easier.
him: why? how?
me: you'll see.
him: hey! i'm supposed to be the cryptic, mischevious one!
me: you're a psychopath.
him: ... in bed.
me: ...
him: nina?
me: i can't - you - i just -
him: you're delirious.
me: i can't.
him: let's go get some food inside of you. you look pale.
me: good idea.
him: only if you promise to laugh at all of my jokes like that.
me: guess i'm paying then.
back to basic pencil and notebook paper, stuffed into a small purse.
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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 ]
