You're Always You

Chapter One

You're Always You is co-written by two separate authors: Alexis and Alice (ChemistryOfLife)

Throughout the story Alexis and I will rarely leave authors notes at the end of chapters. This will be our only time to ask you to consider following and reviewing as you read or following ChemistryOfLife if you are eager for more updates. There are a total of 59 chapters for You're Always You already prewritten on a document, and I anticipate posting every other day. If I forget, just shoot me a message!

The two authors went back and forth in writing a new chapter in their designated character's perspective. Alice wrote in the point of view of Lydia Petrov-Minett and Alexis from the point of view of David Minett.

Aside from the basic facts about the characters and plot determined by the coauthors at the beginning of the story, nothing was planned, mapped, or laid out in explicit detail ahead of time.

This is the story that the characters gave us to tell.

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David Minett

"But I don't wanna."

"Alright, well, you're twenty-nine, not just nine, so get over it."

The man groaned and pulled a pillow over his head, listening to his wife laugh at him. "I hate adulting."

"Well," his wife murmured, and he felt her fingers on his back softly, rubbing at his spine. "Y'know, if you weren't an adult...."

"I thought you wanted me out of bed, not keeping you in it."

"David."

David chuckled, pulling the pillow off his head and replacing it where it belonged. He leaned over to kiss his wife lovingly, before getting out of bed and begrudgingly ready for work. He didn't...hate work, per se. It was alright. It paid...enough. It wasn't particularly unpleasant.

It was the getting up and the going that was the hard part.

Which kind of said something, didn't it, if he dreaded getting up even if he claimed work wasn't terrible.

Look, there were just lots of things he missed about being a kid, alright. Like, not having bills. That was a good one.

But, there were also lots of things that made being an adult bearable. Like, as his wife had pointed out, his wife.

Though, to be fair, they'd been together since they were very much not adults, but that wasn't the point. People said that money made the world turn, but David was confident that he could be penniless, and as long as he had his wife, Lydia, he'd still be as happy as ever. Hungry and smelly, definitely, but not unhappy.

Since Lydia didn't go to work as early as Dave did, he tended to get things going in the morning. Like, making breakfast and occasionally starting on things that would be finished later in the day. Which was fine, David was definitely more of a morning person than a night owl. So he lagged a bit getting up, but once he was up he was golden.

No jokes, please.

As per usual, once he had made breakfast, Dave brought it to Lydia in bed, who had gone back to sleep for another fifteen minutes and had to be awakened again. Though, the smell of food usually did the trick anyway.

"Ooh," she said, clapping her hands lightly. "French toast~."

David set it over her lap with a smile and a wink and said, "I know what you like."

Lydia leaned forward to kiss him happily, before shooing him off. "You're gonna be late," she chastised him, popping a piece of bacon into her mouth. "Go."