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so you'd just be sitting on the floor with a pizza box between you as the two of you just ate and laughed.
you'd sometimes just be quiet, content in the other's company, but then you'd be singing and joking, so very happy despite the simplicity of the occasion, the other being the only thing you cared about at that time.
he'd get his guitar and begin strumming, as you'd watch his delicate hand movements and find yourself entranced in his beautiful face, his smirk breaking you out of your stare.