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[jayspecimen]

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[nannercoco]

Relationship

"Ya think we’ll get married someday?"I don’t think she asked out of genuine curiosity, though the bounce in her voice certainly suggested it. It was more the realization that we were a couple of flirty 16-year-olds who had somehow managed to bypass the fear and awe of adulthood long enough to throw off our clothes and hop in her bed. Her frilly, pink, quilted bed with a stuffed homage to practically every animal in the zoo."I, uh… dunno."She sat up with no regards for decency. I recoiled and turned my back to her, but curiosity got the better of me and within moments I was staring again. My eyes eventually met hers, and I had to look away again.This didn’t bode well."What d’ya mean you dunno?!"I knew that she wanted to hear a “yes”. We were kids whose hand-holding had lasted longer than a few months, and whose cheek-pecking had turned to lip-locking. We’d been together a quarter of our time alive. Sweethearts always prevailed, or so we’d been lead to believe."What I mean is…"My reflection helplessly stared back at me from black, beady eyes. Part of a collection laying in her bed. They’ll be shoved aside once she’s grown tired of them."I should probably go before your brother gets back."She didn’t budge an inch the whole while I gathered my clothes and tried to cover up the fact I’d just spent the past hour wrestling around. Curiosity struck again and I looked to her face; she was still angry, but her concern was sneaking out. Her eyes begged, “What next? What now?”"See ya tomorrow?"I really needed a cigarette."Yeah."