Feb 17, 2039 10:42:04 PM
                              Melody's POV
                               After a month of nothing but Android politics and wedding planning, all I wanted to do was write. So that's what I did from the moment I woke up until now, where I was happily typing away on the couch. I didn't bother looking up from the screen when I heard the door open.
                               "Have you been sitting there all day long?" Markus asked, sitting next to me.
                               "Yes, and it's been wonderful," I sighed in content, leaning on his shoulder. 
                               "I missed you today," He said, snaking an arm around my waist.
                               "You were away from me for a day. You're fine," I laughed.
                               "I was not fine. I had to go without looking at my beautiful fiancee all day. I might as well have been tortured, I missed you so much."
                               "You're fine. And besides, you're here now," I said, kissing his cheek.
                               "That I am. So, what are you writing?" 
                               "A book."
                               "That's so helpful, Melody," He said, rolling his eyes.
                               "You never said how many words I had to use, or that I had to be descriptive. So there," I smirked.
                               "Why do I love you again?"
                               "I ask myself that question daily."
                               "It's because you're fucking great. Oh, hey Markus," North said, walking into my living room.
                               "Hey North," I laughed.
                               "What are you two doing?" She asked.
                               "I was writing and then Markus came home and started bitching that he had to be more than fifty feet away from me all day. What are you doing?"
                               "You're still bitching, Markus. Jesus, get over yourself," North scoffed, sitting in a chair.
                               "I take it today wasn't very productive then?" I asked, turning to my fiancee.
                               "Maybe I was a bit unfocused..."
                               "We were lucky to get him to look at plans," North corrected.
                               "Markus..."
                               "Is it wrong that I just want to be next to you all the time?" He asked me.
                               "It is when it interferes with your work. Come on, Love, you're better than this."
                               "Thank you for talking sense into him," North told me.
                               "Anytime."
                               "What are we talking about?" Simon asked, entering the room.
                               "Hey, Simon. What are you doing here? I expect this from Markus and North, but not from you," I said as he said down on my other side.
                               "I hadn't seen you around for a while, thought I'd make sure you were alive."
                               "I am very much so dead. You see, that's why I took today off from my political agenda and did my actual job. I'm dead inside."
                               "It's good I checked up on you then."
                               "I guess so," I laughed.
                               "Simon, she won't tell me what she's writing," Markus whined.
                               "Keeping secrets, and your not even married yet. This marriage is doomed," Simon said.
                               "Leave her alone. That shit is classified until it's published anyway," North said, sticking up for me.
                               "I mean, yeah, but I didn't tell him because it would take to long to describe what I'm writing and I'm just too lazy to try."
                                      
                                   
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The Savior and The Song
FanfictionAndroid model RK200, Markus, has a rough time with some protestors on his way home. Luckily, a mysterious redhead lends a helping hand and makes sure he gets to the bus stop safely, departing with a mysterious saying and then vanishing. As time goes...
 
                                               
                                                  