Veronica and I set our bags down on the table and sit on the couch together. She grabs some of her work from her bag and begins to draw. I sit there snuggled up next to her watching her as she creates beautiful works of art. I've always been a big fan of beautiful things, a prime example was Veronica. She is beautiful in her own way, she's unique and delicate like an untouched rose blooming on a bush of dead roses... The single beauty of the one living flower. A few hours pass of her just sketching, a stomach rumbles but we aren't sure which one of ours it is.
"Well I suppose we should go out to lunch? Anything in particular you want to get? Or do you just wanna improvise with what's here..."
Before I even finish, she's already in the kitchen making two sandwiches, she hands one to me. It's better than anything I had ever tasted, she just smiled as we had lunch together. A few more hours pass of us watching tv, snuggling, drawing, etc. It's about 7:00 P.M. She was tired. So tired in fact that she fell asleep on the couch. It was pretty late, so I grabbed a blanket from the hall closet layed down with her and threw the blanket over us.
I wake to see she hasn't moved one bit. I put my arm over her, she almost instantly turns around and kisses me. Guess she was already awake... I had to be to work in an hour so I got up, got dressed, and left for work. It's about 1:45 P.M. I arrive home for my lunch break to see that there's more stuff in the house and Veronica is completely passed out on the couch. I sit at the edge of the couch and she wakes. She rubs the stuff out of her eyes, put her glasses on and lept into my arms.
"Sorry I was asleep baby. I was tired after moving and unpacking boxes."
"Your moved in?!?!?"
"Yeah baby, I figured that we love each other enough to just kinda let me huddle on over. I hope it's ok with you!"
"... Of course it's ok with me I love you."
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The Struggles of a Teenage White Kid
RandomSome people just don't understand how hard it is to be a weak teenage white boy...
