he makes tonight so beautiful.
me: gee, it's cold out here.
him: damn, simon and garfunkel now?
me: you're welcome.
him: i'm one lucky idiot.
me: you're lucky i don't like kesha's music.
him: i love the way you speak.
me: um, okay?
him: i'm actually serious for once.
me: ...
him: you say "i don't like kesha's music" instead of "i don't like kesha"
me: well, yeah...
him: you're so human that it scares me sometimes.
me: scares you?
him: makes me feel like i'm not.
me: not what?
him: human.
me: cooper...
him: shit, sorry, i didn't want to ruin prom.
me: cooper, i -
him: i'm going to stop talking now.
me: calm down with the jokes over there, man.
him: uh...
me: you've got to be one of the kindest people i've ever met. even if you don't always agree with my fashion sense.
him: ...
me: don't sell yourself short like that, cooper. i lov- like you a lot.
him: i still can't believe you went dress shopping without me.
me: there we go - a smile!
him: can i ask something of you?
me: shoot away.
him: can i kiss you?
me: do you have to ask?
him: always will.
me: awh...
him: unless we have weird make up sex like i've read in my mom's romance novels.
me: i don't know what's worse - the fact that you just brough up make up sex, or that you read your mom's trashy romance paperbacks.
him: shut up and kiss me, alright?
me: always.
him: that snape quote though.
me: ...
him: i can't believe you kissed me even after i said that.
me: it's prom. i'm feeling generous.
him: oh, princess.
me: let's just look at the stars now.
him: let's.
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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 ]
