Tender Conversations | ✓

4

"Hi, Grant."

"Ven."

"Ven?"

"Fine," he groans, tugging at his locks of brown hair, "hi, Venice."

"There we go."

"..."

"How was detention?"

"Boring without you, definitely."

"That's what you get for telling Mr. Flamer what to teach."

"What he teaches is crap."

"Touché."

"What do you wanna do today, Ven?"

"We're not doing anything."

"Venice."

"Ugh, let's go to the park."

"And do what?"

I roll my eyes, "Swing on the swings, duh."

"I'm more of a monkey bars kind of guy."

"Until you fall and crack your head open."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Kidding."

"So, are we going or what?"

"Yeah," then I lift my arms, "carry me."

"Pushy, aren't you?"

"I'm not," I blandly say, "it's the only way you can make me go."

"Just carry my backpack, then."

He kneels down so I can climb onto his back. I wrap my arms loosely around his neck, and he grips my legs.

"RUN, FORREST, RUN!"

Grant Victor sprints.

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They're honestly life. And have the quickest relationship ever. Whoops. *shrugs*

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-thyselves