what about us | l.s.

sixteen

December 28, 2008

"Listen, Lou, I'm going to line it up perfectly, and it'll be a wonderful shot."

"I don't believe that. Your hands shake too much, too much energy. I'll do it."

"Sir, no. Your arms are too short- Hey! Give it back!"

"Harry! It almost fell!"

"Yeah, well, it's not my fault you wanted to take it out here!"

"Actually you said it'd look nice on the doorstep so, it's your fault. Did you not see the ice?"

"Shush. How did you even slip? We're sitting down."

"Look now it's snowing, the stupid flakes are in my hair now. I will actually end you if-"

"You look cute."

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February 1, 2009

"Aww, you didn't have to get me anything, Lou!"

"Yeah, I know, just open it."

"..."

"Well?"

"Louis, I love it! Thank you so much! Oh my God, I'm never taking this off. I can't believe you've done this-"

"It's not anything special. I used to make them with my mum."

"Baby Lou used to make friendship bracelets? That's so cute-"

"I'm not cute."

"Yes, you are. Here tie it for me."

"..."

"We have matching ones!!! This is the greatest day of my life."

"Ow!"

"Oops, sorry I didn't mean to tackle you like that."

"I hate you so much."

"I love you too."

July 23, 2009

"I think we should get matching tattoos."

"Haz, what?"

"Well, I mean, I don't know about you, but I've never been closer to someone, so I think we should commemorate that."

"Since when do you use words like commemorate, and I don't want any tattoos."

"Since I befriended this nerdy kid named Lewis or something-"

"I hate you."

"And, let's give it two years then. On this day in 2011, we're going to get matching tattoos."

"What makes you think we'll even be friends in 2011?"

"Just a hunch."

"Okay old man, I'll agree to 2011. What are we getting?"

"Ooh, maybe something fun like a ship and a compass."

"What?"

"Because you guide me home."

"I cannot express to you how much I don't want that. And if you weren't being sarcastic, I would have abandoned you."

"Okay fine. What about initials?"

"I can get on board with that. I'll get an H."

"Just an H?"

"Yes."

"Sounds fun! I'll be there to hold your hand when the needle decides to kill you."

"I'm not afraid of needles."

"Okay, but I am."

"No, you're not."

"Fine, you got me."

"Whatever, I'm hanging up now."

"Bye, Lou!"