i didn't mean to.
him: hey, princess. c'mon, look at me!
me: ...
him: you're going to have to look at me eventually...
me: ...
him: just talk already! gosh i'm getting bothered by the sound of my own voice.
me: never thought i'd hear you say that one.
him: i never thought you'd let me kiss you a month ago.
me: ...
him: sorry. don't know where that came from.
me: ...
him: won't happen again.
me: ...
him: promise.
me: no.
him: no?
me: er, i mean, uh -
him: woah, woah, woah - you saying you liked kissing me?
me: wasn't the worst i've had.
him: hah! you're blushing!
me: shut the hell up, the librarian is giving us the eye again.
him: you're hilarious!
me: could you lower your voice?
him: why lower it when i could scream it out and every one in here would know?
me: know what?
him: NINA LIKES TO KISS ME!
me: i am going to kill you.
him: IT'S TRUE!
me: you better start running.
him: oh god, no, nina - don't hit me there!
me: i said run, cooper!
hastily scrawled onto a green flashcard and
stuffed between the pages of divergent, by veronica roth.
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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 ]
