i really hate saturdays
him: so are you ready to go?
me: no. i never agreed to this.
him: yes you did!
me: i said maybe! how'd you even find my house?
him: there's no need to snap, princess. and we do live across the street from each other.
me: ....
him: you're cute when you blush.
me: just shut up.
scribbled down on a piece of paper inside a garbage bin
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
