he thinks that i'll go quietly
him: hey, princess
me: ....
him: did you get a dress yet?
me: a dress?
him: yeah, those things you put on to go to things like i don't know, dances.
me: don't be sarcastic, it doesn't suit you.
him: so have you?
me: nope.
him: it's in two weeks!
me: then can't i get it in two weeks?
him: no, no, no, no! girls have to prepare ahead of time for these things!
me: what do you know about girls?
him: enough. but you need a dress!
me: cooper, you don't know anything about girls, do you?
him: i could be gay for all you know.
me: true, very true.
him: now you shut up.
me: ...
him: woah, i sound like you! and you sound like me! this is a sign!
me: a sign for what?
him: a sign, that we're going to get you a dress tomorrow.
me: isn't it bad luck if the date sees the dress before the dance?
him: ha-ha, nice try. that's for weddings, doofus. we're going.
me: if it helps you sleep at night.
him: it does.
me: ...
him: i deserved that slap.
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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 ]
