everything, everthing

the bed

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when farkle and i finally arrived back into our hotel room, he tumbled onto the bed.

"i call the left side," he snuggles up in between a pillow and sighs. "this is so nice may, just relaxing and stuff,"

i laugh at his immaturity and how much he seems to be enjoying himself. i followed his movements and landed next to him facing him. farkle's ocean eyes staring straight right into mine.

"so, why the left side?" i say as i get up. i begin to move across the room and clean the area. the suitcases were wide open and clothes all over the place.

"um, just because. i'm the only left handed person in my family and i thought that was pretty neat. i was so interested in left handed people and left everything. so left just became my thing," he shrugs casually as he props himself up.

"that's adorable sparkles," i smile. all of it just seemed surreal. no matter how many times i think about it, i'm in paris! i don't care if i'm cleaning my suitcase instead of exploring the city. all that's important is that i'm out of my house. there is more to the world than meets the eye.

"so i was thinking that we could order some-" i was interrupted by farkle playfully tackling me. "farkle!" i say in between laughs, "stop it!"

what was supposed to be a relaxing day soon turned into a mission impossible remake. cushions were made into forts and we played the 007 theme in the background.

my hand was my gun and we pretended that we were secret agents sent on a mission to save the queen of england.

"reporting to agent flower," farkle whispered into his pretend walkie talkie.

"agent flower here," i reply. "what's the situation?"

"we got a code 235 over here. it seems serious. i'm going to need back up,"

"copy that agent star,"

i made my way over to farkle's fort but was once again tackled onto the bed.

we laughed at our own creation, the hotel room a mess. i felt bad for the cleaners but we were having the times of our lives, while acting like a bunch of three year olds.

"maya?"

"yes,"

"i love you," farkle's tone changed quickly. i look over to the boy i fell in love with. his chestnut colored hair a mess
from playing around but it still looked perfect to me. that one dimple was staring straight at me and i was completely mesmerized.

"i've loved you since the beginning. when i saw you through the window and when i met you
for the first time. you're sense of humor is something that's extraordinary and i love it so much. i love your imperfections and your perfections. i love you, and i will never stop,"

"i love you too," i breathed out. our lips connected and the taste of honey filled my senses.

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