Paper Airplanes

Chapter 19; Little Things

Dacota's POV

"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die."

"That is literally the best Inigo impression I have ever heard," I say and Harry takes a bow.

"I've had some practice." He fluffs his hair with his hand. We weren't even 10 minutes into the movie and we were already saying random quotes. This is what I look for in friends.

"I'm gonna go make popcorn, want anything?" I say getting up and stretching.

"What do you have to drink?" he asks.

"We have basically all the Coke and Pepsi products, water, milk of all kinds, and coffee."

"What about hot chocolate?"

"Oh, yeah, we have that, too." I say. "I'll make two cups of hot chocolate and a bag of popcorn, then." I walk into the kitchen and grab a popcorn bag, and two packets to make hot chocolate from our giant pantry. I plop the bag into the microwave and start to make the hot chocolate. I look back in the pantry, grab a bag of marshmallows, and mints. I also get in the fridge, and get the whipped cream. After the hot chocolate and popcorn are made, I take it all into the living room.

"Voila!" I say and Harry laughs. I had made the perfect hot chocolate.

"It looks awesome," he says and grabs his cup. I grab mine and take a sip. I look out the window. It's still raining. I love the rain. It makes me want to cuddle with a blanket and just watch movies with friends. Basically what I'm doing. I can't remember the last time I was this happy.

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"Dacota," a faint voice says. I ignore it and roll over in my bed. "Dacota," the voice says again.

"What?" I mumble and turn again.

"There's no school today. It's still raining but worse. There's even a tornado watch but I doubt that will happen. Just wanted to tell you," The voice says. I think it's Harry, but he left, right? The last thing I remember is Westley was being tortured.

"Okay."

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A few hours later, I come back into consciousness at the sound of a giant clap of thunder. I sit up and look over. I see no one. Didn't Harry wake me a while back? Saying something about no school and tornadoes? I got up and saw I was still in my clothes from yesterday. I change into a pair of shorts and a baggy t shirt. Walking downstairs I smell something. Bacon? And is that singing?

"I know you never loved the sound of your voice on tape, you never want to know how much you weigh. You still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me. I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth. But if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to, and all these little things. You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you. And you'll never treat yourself right darling, but I want you to. If I let you know I'm here for you. Maybe you'll love yourself like I love you. And I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth. Cause it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to and I'm in love with you, and all these little things. I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth but if it's true, it's you, it's you, it's you they add up to, I'm in love with you and all your little things." I had stayed on the stairs a little after I had first heard him and I didn't know I was crying until I felt the tears drip onto my hand. I quickly wipe them away and walk downstairs.

"Wow," I say.

"Oh, did you hear that?" he asks.

"Yeah, it was amazing." Another tear slips out and I put my hand up to wipe it away but Harry's hand catches mine softly. He wipes it away and pulls me into a hug. I bury my head into his shoulder and let it out.

"I've never really thought that anyone could feel that way about me, because I've never really thought my parents thought I was enough, but that was amazing," I say as we pull away.

"Never think that. You. Are. Amazing." He hugs me again and I finally feel, for once in my life, special.

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LITTLE THINGS! GAH!

*Sammie 🐷*