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↳ 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

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❝ cause you make me feel like i'm alive again ... ❞
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in which, dreamy takes you on a ride

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════ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : a short 1  ════
════ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 : they/them ════

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my shoes click against the cement sidewalk as i parade back towards clay's car feeling as if my stomach is seconds away from exploding. he invited me out to a elegant supper at our favorite high-end restaurant where we both feasted like royalty, filling ourselves up. we had the time of our lives dressing up in classy outfits and acting very grown and mature when we both know deep down we are children trapped in adult bodies.

when it comes to our relationship i'd have to say clay and i are... friends? bestfriends? talking? we haven't exactly discussed what we are but it is painfully obvious that we have a some sort of romantic connection. we tend to go out together very often but never seem to label it as a date.

clay jogs to get ahead of me and opens my car door for me, allowing me to step in. "thank you good sir." i say in a horrible british accent and he chuckles. he walks over to his side of the car and climbs into the driver's seat. we sit in his car making intense eye contact before he finally breaks the comfortable silence. "i'm glad we did this. i had a blast pissing off old couples with my superior wheeze." he makes me roll my eyes but gets a giggle out of me. "me too. the look on their faces as they tried not to cuss you out really made the night unforgettable." we both erupt into laughter, yet don't say a word after, knowing the quicker we move the quicker our thrilling night ends.

"so where are we going next?" i ask, internally praying he doesn't say back home. "we could catch a midnight movie? it's only 11:27." i smile at his response. he notices and smiles back, making my cheeks blush a light pink. "sounds perfect but can we stop by my place first so i can grab a jacket or something." i ask, knowing the theater will be below zero in there.