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*on the highest of keys, I'm trying to avoid the ending of this book, so next chapter or the chapter after might be the end. But anyways, excited for book 2? Oh, and can anyone guess the significance of the date on the picture?
Oh and long chapter
"Second Christmas at the Mulligans, here we will see the heart ache, the joys, the laughter, and most importantly—" he pointed the lens towards me, "the babes." I laughed at the boy and his jokes. Richie has started doing this thing ever since last year when I got him a camera, Bieber records every holiday or major event he things is important.
"Come help," I rolled my eyes, "You were the one who ruined all of these presents in the first place." The other day Richie was running about my house while I was carrying the mop bucket to the kitchen. He knocked me over and got all of the wrapping paper soaked, we salvaged the gifts but the paper itself was gone.
"I think you mean we ruined all these presents. I mean, you know I can't control myself around you." I know he was trying to butter me up to lessen me yelling at him. It worked.
"Okay, you're not in trouble, but still help me, dork." I laughed at his comment. I set all of the boxes on and around the coffee table. I was gonna get the wrapping paper and tape until Richie set the camera in front of me on the coffee table, and sat me down on the floor in front of it.
I sat on my knees and looked at him confusedly, "talk, I'm definitely gonna wanna remember you when we get older." He jogged down my hall and I could hear him fiddling in my hallway closet. My cheeks reddened and my hands became sweaty as I looked at the lens.
"Uh, I'm Arri— Arrietty, I'm Arrietty and this is my house?" Why'd I sat it like a question, "hi Future Arri, I guess you're probably hating me right now for being so awkward...how's your day? Uh— look, I hope you stop worrying so much, and have some fun? Richie may be the biggest pain, but he's one of those ache's that feels okay afterwards— like cracking your knuckles. He loves you okay, he honestly thinks you're some sort of goddess in gold and bronze. He adores so so lighten up, and I know how crazy you are about him. And if you're Richie then hi, I can't wait to meet you one day. I hope we grow up okay, well, as okay as a couple of losers could be. I love you, and Future Arri does too, even if I'm a mythic bitch sometimes."
I laughed at myself, I was so nervous at first, but now I felt like I needed this. Richie didn't like how sick I was before and I wanted this to be some sort of epilogue to my depression. I say depression because it's easier than explaining my feelings, and because I couldn't really explain them to make sense to anyone else. We called it 'being sick' because Richie didn't like the other word. He said 'it's like a cold, it'll go away eventually' and he was right because it did.
"Got em'," He said dropping the tape and wrapping paper onto the floor next to me, he walked around the coffee table and sat on the other side of me, "have fun talking to yourself...and me if you wanna get technical with it all?" I shrugged and kissed his cheek.
