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Dating.
My heart stopped. “Are—are we dating?” I whispered, a smile overtaking my lips.
“Dating? Did I say dating? I—Uh…” I took a cautious glance at her face, feeling my heart swell with warmth at her smile. “Are we…?”
"I don't know," I said quietly, struggling to keep euphoria from overwhelming me. "It would be stupid. And dangerous. And life-threatening. But……. I think it's safe to say that I don't really care. Do you?"
“I don’t know if I… If I can treat you as well you deserve.” I admitted softly sucking in a deep breath. “I really do like you. But… But are you sure about liking me?”
His soft words touched me in ways that I never would have imagined two weeks ago. This had all happened so fast….
"I'm sure," I answered, and though the statement rang true in my head, my volume dipped drastically. "And–And I trust you."
“Does That make us…?” I trailed off, letting her fill in the gap. My heart had begun to race again, leaving me almost breathless.
"Girlfriend. Boyfriend." I tried the words out on my tongue, so strangely foreign yet so sweet. My voice was soft, hoarse, disbelieving. "I–I'm a girlfriend again. If–If you want—"
“Yes—I want that. I want this.” I emphasized, gesturing to the picnic and the picture perfect scenery. “We might just have to take it slow. But I want us.”
Us. Us, us, us.
My heart pounded furiously against my ribcage.
"Slow sounds good," I agreed bashfully, "Really good. Listen, Mercutio—when we were texting, and you said that thing about dating—"
“You might have to remind me on that…” I hid my face out of embarrassment. “Had a bit of a mind wipe yesterday with all the alcohol.”
I bit the inside of my cheek as hard as I could. “You were talking about dating girls for.. sex.. and I was arguing your point.”
“Oh… that.” I looked away out of shame. “Marina— I just… I did it to try and feel normal.” I paused to recollected my thoughts, trying to stop myself from shaking. “I wanted to be whole again.”
I tightened my fingers around his, nodding quickly. "Yeah—I understand. I'm sorry—–forget I ever brought it up."
I closed my eyes and took a shuddering breath to calm myself down. “No, it’s okay.” I murmured, taking solace in our intertwined fingers. “You don’t make me feel normal…” I admitted, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “But you make me feel like myself, and that’s better, I think.”
"If you say so.." I murmured, rubbing soothing circles into the back of his hand with my thumb.
I let out a long sigh, pushing my glasses up onto the bridge of my nose. I reached for a cream puff and shoved it into my mouth, puffing put my cheeks after realizing this might not have been the best idea in the world.
Glancing away from him, I began to pour my strawberry lemonade into two plastic cups.
Girlfriend. That title applied to me now. Boyfriend…
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I managed to somehow chew the cream puff so I didn’t look like a total idiot, licking my lips afterwards. I turned my gaze to Marina as subtly as possible. “I’m glad you agreed to come out here with me.”
“Of course I did,” I replied, offering him a shy smile and a cup of pink lemonade. “I’m glad you suggested it.”
I accepted the cup of pink lemonade, sloshing it around before taking a long sip. “You didn’t think it was weird that a guy— your new boyfriend— wanted to sneak off into the woods for your first date?” I chuckled softly. “I’m just an idiot, I guess.”
“You’re a lovable idiot,” I told him, blushing furiously. “And it’s not like we could’ve gone anywhere else without being caught..”
Before I could say something to further embarrass myself, I was gulping down my lemonade, eyes flickering away.
“Lovable, huh?” I smirked, trying to avoid blushing. “God, I’m so glad I have you— that probably sounds a little insane since, you know, we’ve only been dating for like ten minutes, but I’ve been going sort of stir crazy for awhile now.” I explained, taking another sip of lemonade afterwards.
So glad to have you…
My heart fluttered weakly in my chest. “No one’s ever told me that before..” I murmured, smiling like an idiot by now.
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