Alana | Jared
"Hey, Yale Girl."
"Literally, Yale girl now."
"You've reached already?"
"Yes, I'm unloading the luggage from the car. What about you?"
"I'm almost there. I can't believe we're at the same college or that I'm actually going to college."
"I still can't believe that we spent the entire summer together. I loved working part-time with you at the florist."
"Loved working with me or making out with me?"
"Well, that too."
"I was nervous to ask you to be my girlfriend, you know. I thought it would be too soon for you."
"Nothing is too soon if two people like each other and are ready."
"That I can agree with."
"As you should."
"Your dad really helped out Aunt Karen and Jess."
"It was the least he could do."
"You made it happen. Thank you for that."
"You don't have to thank me for anything, boyfriend."
"I like the sound of that, girlfriend."
"Aww. How long until you get here? I haven't seen you in a week."
"Turn around."
"..."
"..."
"Oh my god, you're here. And wait, is that a new set of watercolors in your hands."
"I missed you too."
"Oops, sorry. I missed you, Jared. Is that for me?"
"So impatient. No, it's for Ivory."
"..."
"Of course, it's for you."
"I love it!"
"You haven't even opened yet. I'm like 25 meters away."
"I can see you holding it. Both my favorite things together."
"Both?"
"The watercolors and of course, you."
"Don't let Ivory hear you say that."
"Oh, stop ruining the moment."
"You're staring at me."
"You look hot."
"You do too."
"Thanks."
"And I hope no one else tells you that though."
"Jealous now, are we?"
"Absolutely—healthy jealousy, mind you. I am already competing for your love with an inanimate thing."
"I like the sound of love."
"Oops."
"We'll get there. Hahaha. You look cute when you wrinkle your nose."
"Stop analyzing me."
"Oh, shush, Jared flower."
"When are you going to stop calling me that?"
"Never."
"Aww, shucks."
"Jared?"
"Hmm."
"I'm excited to start this new chapter with you."
"Me too. You're like a rainbow in my life."
"Cheesy, but I'll take it."
"Good."
"And Jared?"
"Yes?"
"You have no other competition."
"I know."
"You are the colors for the canvas of my heart."
"Aw, yeah?"
"Yep."
"That's so sweet...and cringey!"
"Yeah, well, deal with it. Now get me my watercolors."
"What were you saying about no competition?"
"Oh, shut up, Flower Boy. Come here and kiss me."
"With pleasure, Yale Girl."
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