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A pair of hands come to rest on my tense shoulders. Automatically under her soft touch, they loosen.
The bell above the door rings and Jonas walks in. Azalea gasps as he walks closer and closer to the table.
They look at each other emotionlessly.
"I missed you, brat," Azalea grumbles. They hadn't seen each other since she left for college.
"Yeah, you would," he says as an insult before simmering back down, "I missed you too."
He holds his hand out for her to shake but she's a hugger. She opens her arms. They awkwardly hug. She sends his stomach a light punch and he jerks away from her constantly.
It's the most pitiful fucking thing I've ever seen.
Eventually, they get in a regular three-second hug. Barely though.
"Happy birthday," he tells her once they pull away.
"Yeah, you better tell me happy birthday."
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"Marry me," I tell her first thing in the morning.
I already got the ring. Last night when she fell asleep I was right on it. I looked at the ring sizes of the rings in her jewelry box and I went from there.
I found the perfect one and I got it before I could start to overthink it.
"I will later," she mumbles tiredly. She suddenly sits up like she wasn't just dead asleep two minutes ago.
"Am I too hyper and fidgety?" she questions out of nowhere. I don't even know where that came from.
"What? No," I lie slightly. Not really though. She's really not too hyper. Actually she is but I'm just used to it by now. And she's always been fidgety, it's not really a big deal. It's cute.
"My professor said I am," she looks slightly upset, "she said I needed medicine."
"Yeah and tellherto go fuck herself," I nod. Who the fuck does that lady think she is? She has no right telling her she needs medicine.
Sure she's wild as fuck but that's what makes her who she is. And I wouldn't want her any other fucking way.
"You're perfect the way you are, you hear me?" I grip her chin, making sure she's looking right at me.
"I was clicking the pen a lot and she just flipped out," she explains.
"Next time, don't let her talk to you that way, okay? Better yet, if she does, call me in the middle of your damn class and pass her the phone," I tell her. Oh, the shit I'd tell that professor.
The doorbell rings. The damn cat's here.
"Stay here," I place a kiss on her forehead, "I'll be right back."
Opening the door, Lincoln looks right back at me unamusedly. He hands me the small cage with the baby cat in it.
"You know, when you said you wanted me to go on a top secret mission, I wasn't expecting to drive four fucking hours just to pick up a damn kitten," he grumbles.
"Itwastop secret and it was four hours away. I'd call that a mission," I give him a sarcastic smile.
"It's a ridiculous mission," he groans.
"Quit being a bitch. You'll get a bonus for it, now leave," I shut the door in his face. I place the cage on the counter. I open the front and a cat as big as my hand comes walking out confidently.
