☀︎︎ Lover Boy ☀︎︎

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ARES RUSSO

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ARES RUSSO

"Let's go."

"Where?" She asks.

"I want to show the weirdest place ever." Weird meaning cheesy and romantic.

"I can't." She declines.

"Why?" I'm ready for her to tell me she doesn't want to or say some insult.

"Rae." She simply says and I understand she wants to wait for her best friend.

"How long have you known each other." I question and Raeni comes up to the table.

"Since I found her sitting in a park with a bruised knee in seventh grade." Raeni explains.

"That's cool. Are you going to speak again or is this it?"

"No, this is it. I've done my part and the hall is closing in two hours anyway, why?" She asked and I looked at Lorelai. Raeni's eyes flickered between us. "Go, go." She showed us away and I grabbed Lorelai's hand and rushed out.

We ran down the street and her dress was making it a little too hard for her.

"Wait!" She shouted. I stopped and she took her heels off. I took them off her hands and gave her my jacket. "You'll be cold, it's fine."

"Lorelai, put the jacket on."

She took it and wore it. "Never tell me what to do."

"I apologize."

I slung my arm around her shoulder and we walked down to the beach. It was a quick 20 minutes of silence and the wind. We walk to a small shop first and buy a few things; a packet of sweets, two drinks, a rose.

When we get to the beach, I drop her shoes, the sweets and the drinks in the sand.

"Why are we here?" She asks and snuggles deeper into my jacket. I notice her smelling it but it was subtle. She looks better in it than anyone ever could.

"So I can be romantic and sweep you off your feet." I throw her over my shoulder and spin around. She shouts out for me to stop so I spin some more before letting her down.

"You are crazy." She breathed heavily.

"I am." I chuckle and place my hand around her neck, using my thumb to tilt her head up slightly.

"Don't kiss me."

"Why?"

"Lipstick."

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