We hold hands and run about in art galleries pointing to the ugliest people in the paintings and say "That's you", we point to the gorgeous people in paintings and say "That's you" and we make out in empty staircases because everyone takes the elevator now.
I lie in her bed while she's studying and I tell her how amazing she is in French and Spanish and she continues to be amazing. I tell her when I think it's time for her to take a break and we make out on her couch and then on her bed where we also make love for the very first time and the second time and the third time, and eventually for the last time but we don't know it is when it is.
We google outrageous bucket lists written by indie teens and try to complete it in 3 hours, it usually requires us to find a beach so we changed the word beach to library and we'd build book castles instead of sand castles which eventually got us banned from the library for a few months afterwards but that's ok because when we went back to my place we'd put on a gay film and kiss everytime the characters did but this usually leads to us pausing the film and kissing for longer than the actual designated kissing time.
We try to make each other blush at least once a day. Me placing my hand on her butt when we're talking to someone is usually a full proof method of getting her to blush. All she has to do is look at me for too long and I'm putty in her hands.
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1 Year
ChickLitWhat you are about to read is what this 2-month relationship could've been if we were 1 year older. The actual story is quite disappointing and underwhelming but this is what I think could've happened if it was 1 year in the future.
