"When I'm sad I make out with nerdy boys."
"Why nerdy boys?"
"Because they think they're in love with me. Which feels amazing, until they get clingy and wanna show me all of their things."
"I don't think I'm in love with you."
"Sure you don't."
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A/N: Thank you guys so much for the overwhelming support, I really appreciate it. And I really am trying my best to update more often. With that being said, let's try to get my last chapter to 200 reads and the same for this one.
E X C E R P T:
"I noticed you're dressed in pink today... any particular reason why?"
"Uh hello, because if I am pregnant, I'd like for our child to be a girl. So I'm manifesting it into existence. The gender, not the idea of a child."
"Okay, but I always figured my first kid would be a boy. You know like a little Otis..."
"Ew, who wants a little Otis? That kid would just be a smaller more awkward version of you. We need a little Ruby Celeste. You know, like a beautiful princess or movie star..."
"You'd really name our child after yourself? Why not something original, like Lily, Carolynn, or even something badass like Maeve. Yeah Maeve's a good name. Maeve Milburn, it has a nice ring to it, yea?"
"You devil! I'd rather give our daughter a tacky unisex name before I ever curse our daughter with the name of your crush. I can't believe you even said that! Just for that, you're getting no say in the name I choose for her. You're just getting the last name."
"But I was just kidding!"
"Sure you were, like when you said you weren't in love with me. Don't kid yourself, Otis."
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We don't fall in love with the big things because we if we did, we'd all spend an eternity trying to admire it all.
Little things are easier.
More beautiful, even.
So we fall in love with them. With the idea of them until somehow... the little things matter more than the big things.
Ruby's P.O.V.
When Otis hugged me I noticed...
HE DIDN'T SMELL LIKE A NORMAL TEENAGE BOY. Like the typical over sprayed Axe cologne and outdoorsy musk I was used to. No, he smelled too good. Too clean. Even when his breath and clothes reeked of alcohol that one night. And too innocent even when I deflowered his innocence twice without a condom.
Maybe that's why I liked him so much. Not for his charming personality, awkwardly good looks, sex advice, or any of that romantic rubbish. No, it was simply because of the enticing scent I inhaled whenever he drew me near.
