𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔪𝔢

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔫

any snide remarks from my father will be ignored, my heart is yours.

Tyler and Jacey laid in her twin-sized bed, tangled in each other, occasionally glancing out of the window. Jacey had to stay home and look after Kaylee for the night instead of heading to Tyler's.

"So, why don't you have a car?" Tyler asked, completely switching the subject of his hair back in high school.

"I do have a car," She told him, playing with his fingers. "It's in the garage, it just doesn't work. My dad was supposed to get it fixed. He never did." She told him with a sigh. "Wait..." she thought quickly. "Don't go changing the subject on me. Why was your hair so long?"

"I was stubborn. I didn't want to get it cut, so I had Joni straighten it every morning," he told her simply as he looked out the window. Outside her window was a wonderful view of her backyard and the trampoline that sat in the middle of it.

"You should grow it out again then. So I can play in it after we have sex," She told him with a giggle. "You should show me a picture one of these days."

"I have one in my wallet." He removed his hand from hers and reached over to her nightstand to retrieve his wallet. She set up so that he could use both of his hands to search through it. After pulling out a stack of wallet-sized pictures, he shuffled through them, passing pictures of family, friends, Jacey, and Kaylee, before he reached a high school picture of him. "Here you go." He handed her the picture, and she resituated herself back into the comfortable position she was previously lying in.

"Oh my God." She laughed as she stared at the picture. Tyler was wearing a blue button-up shirt that seemed almost two sizes too small for him, with a white tie. His smile was more of a smirk, and his hair touched his collar. "This is so adorable. Grow it out again. Please," she begged. He chuckled and shook his head.

"No way. There's no way I'm going through those days again." He told her, and she pouted. He shook his head and chuckled. "Your pouting isn't going to make me grow my hair out," He told her, poking her lips.

"So if one day, we get married, and I pout because you don't let me have my way, it's not going to change anything?" She asked him hypothetical, somewhat planning their future in her head. She could see herself marrying him, but of course, she saw the same thing with all of her other boyfriends, and here she was with Tyler. Though he was perfect at the moment, she knew things could possibly change.

"It all depends on why you're pouting." He told her as he began to play in her curls. It was weird thinking about marriage, though he could see himself marrying her. He knew things had changed, and fights had happened, but he didn't know if either of them would be able to make it through those patches. Over their year and some months together, they had gotten into a few disagreements, but it wasn't anything tickling couldn't fix. He was afraid that something out there would cause them to ruin what seemed to be prefect. Something that was so genuine that it was almost fairytale-like. He was scared of what he didn't know. He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard what sounded like a car door slamming. "You hear that?"

"It's probably just my mom." He told him with her eyes closed, with a shrug. "She and Steven probably got into an argument or something."

She was probably right. He knew her mother, and Steven wasn't always the happiest when they were together, but they made it work. He gazed out the window as he listened to her breath. His mind was wandering, but not in a bad way. He heard her front door open and close and thought nothing of it until her bedroom door opened slightly, and a head peeked in, "What is he doing here?" Her dad asked in a raised angry voice.