☁︎

Yes, Bluey. Obviously my bike is more important. A scratch on that thing costs way more than me getting hurt.
            
            \He smirks as he drops onto the couch beside her, handing over a blueberry smoothie. His eyes narrow at the chaotic sprawl of papers and stationery scattered across the floor. With a quiet shake of his head, he leans forward, gathers the papers, and stacks them neatly on the far corner of the table. Then, one by one, he lines up the pens on top, arranged from tallest to smallest with precise care. Once he’s cleaned up the mess she made, he turns back to her, flashing a cheeky grin and a wink; 
            
            All yours, Bluey. Go on, inspect me however you want.

I won the race, of course. And almost.. got into an accident. My brand new bike almost got scratched.

Well, it started off bad. It had been raining all day. Stopped around 3 pm. The track was wet. And it was cold and chilly. But still me and the other racers decided we can do a race still. And we did it. It was amazing.

And you don't seem to like it.

Let's say I'm a man of my word.

Alright, I'm not saying a word.

I’ll come back on disc soon, sorry if I’ve been busy 

i missed you much more 

my baby 

might as well take all the kisses

well, im all yours princess 

i will kiss all your problems away

her. ♡

i love him. it’s always been him. just him. only him. forever him. i love him.