something is changing.
me: was that your mom, just now?him: yeah, she left though.
me: oh.
him: where did your parents go off to?
me: had to leave. business trip. i'm lucky they came to see me graduate.
him: those bitches.
me: trust me, i know.
him: i don't want to leave.
me: me neither...
him: i still have that bag of poptarts in my locker.
me: ...
him: ...
me: what are you waiting for?
him: what?
me: let's go get them!
him: yeah! we'll never go home!
me: never, cooper. never.
scrawled onto a purple post-it note.
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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 ]