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❝I'm in love with you,
I'm so in love❞
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We had been driving for half an hour and I learned once more that baby was a show off. He would find anyone to race with at a red light- and I mean anyone. He raced a grandma and was too busy looking at her facial expressions rather than the road.

"So how does one become a good driver baby?" I asked glancing at him.

What moon songs
Do you sing your babies?
What sunshine do you bring?

"I'm not sure- takes a lot of a practice though." He shrugged.

"Did you learn from video games, a tv show? Nascar?" I asked.

"You sure do ask a lot of questions huh?" He smiled.

"Possibly." I smiled now looking out the window.

"I just started practicing in a parking lot. I don't know after one movie of fast and furious I knew I wanted to do just that. I never learned from anyone- I'm just self taught you could say." He admit.

Who belongs?
Who decides who's crazy?
Who rights wrongs where others cling?

I smile now looking over my shoulder. We had entered a courtyard. It was a pretty one too, although I thought he was taking me out for lunch. He turned off the car and stuffed his keys into his pockets.

"You're not kidnapping me are you?" I teased.

"Just get out." He laughed slightly.

I opened the passenger door now stretching my body out. He walked over to his trunk and I furrowed a brow.

"Okay I know how this looks- but I promise I'm not kidnapping you." He assured.

"I'll be the judge of that." I crossed my arms.

"Can you also be the judge of my choices for lunch?" He asked picking up his picnic basket.

I'll sing for you,
If you want me to.
I'll give to you..
And it's a chance I'll have to take.
And it's a chance I'll have to break.

I smiled now walking over to him, in his trunk he had a picnic basket, a blanket and a small cooler. It was romantic, he was an old romantic. He liked everything old fashion; I think that's one of the things I really like about him. I stood now in the middle of the courtyard in front of the grand fountain waiting for him to grab the picnic basket while I held the cooler and the blanket. He began walking towards me and I tightened my grip on the handle of the cooler while hoisting it up to balance it on one hip to try and get the blanket from falling.

Before I could fix it, Baby took it from my hand throwing it over his shoulder, "If you needed help you could've said something." He shrugged slightly.

"Your already carrying so much, I wanted to be a help." I smiled.