The Punk Singer and the Hip Hopper

Beautiful Genius

It was a clear summer night in NYC. You could see the moon -full moon- and the stars, and you could count them one by one in your fingertips.

That's what Kathleen told Adam when they were staring out their bedroom window, and down their favorite thing - talk to each other.

It's not that the sex wasn't great because it was. They just liked to talk to each other because they were so alike yet so different.
I love the way he grins whenever I laugh at his stupid jokes, Kathleen thought.
I love her smell, said Adam to himself.

- Kath? - Adam said while he held Kathleen from behind and nuzzled her neck.
- Yes?
- You're my beautiful genius. A beautiful car accident. Thanks for being mine.

That was just how Adam was like, always being sappy/stupid and making Kathleen want to slap him/kiss him.
- Yeah, no problem.

The sun rised in NYC, the morning came, the birds were singing,
Two of the most singular people were madly in love.