‘ I feel like you always understand about 20% of what’s happening. ’
‘ starting right now no one may go outside under any circumstances. ’
‘ there’s something wrong about that but I can’t put my finger on what it is. ’
‘ I just want us all to be together. separate houses, obviously. ’
‘ well, the nightmare continues. ’
‘ that is the nicest and only thing anyone has said to me in thirty years. ’
‘ I came up with hundreds of plans in my life and only one of them got me killed. ’
‘ that wasn’t my fault. I was texting. ’
‘ I’m a naughty bitch. ’
‘ obviously, earth is cancelled. ’
‘ do you have a second to eat my farts? ’
‘ first up, we fill his acoustic guitar with wet cat food. ’
‘ it’s not real, and neither are you. ’
‘ isn’t there someone else better you could ask? like literally anyone else? ’
‘ that’s what I wrote? that’s meaningless. ’
‘ I’ve definitely never seen the word ‘pants-tent’ used so many times. ’
‘ now the thing I said right after we kissed will always be ‘hot diggity dog’! ’
‘ like…. why? oh, and also…. how? ’
‘ I once got lost on an escalator. ’
‘ I am attractive, yes. ’
‘ new ideas are gross. they sicken me. ’
‘ in a nutshell, it slaps. ’
‘ caring just seems like a lot of work. ’
‘ I can’t high-five that! no matter how badly I want to. ’
‘ she makes the bass drop…. in my heart. ’
‘ I was dropped into a cave, and you were my flashlight. ’
‘ send nude pics of your heart to me. ’
‘ are ghosts racist? ’
‘ I am returning my damn essence to the damn fabric of the damn universe. ’
‘ I thought you were at least gonna pretend to fight me on that, but whatever. ’
‘ no offense, but you’re being a real smooth-brain right now. ’
‘ I’m going to…. start crying. ’
‘ hi. shut up. I’m confident now. ’
‘ I’m gonna do the evil speech now. ’
‘ you got dreams in life? that’s lit. ’
‘ I have a question for you: are you out of your damn mind? ’
‘ you’re like the pam anderson boob-motorcycle of people. ’
‘ sometimes you just gotta chuck a Moltov cocktail at a drone and see what happens. ’
‘ I hope my early successes make up for the mess I’ve become, like facebook, or america. ’
‘ to be fair, I only think that because it’s true and I’m right. ’
‘ I’m gonna go eat a knife. ’
‘ screw this! let’s fight! ’
‘ you really junked your jeans on this one, you butterface. ’
‘ yeah, I have about a billion objections to this. ’
‘ you haven’t responded to any of the dank memes I’ve sent. ’
‘ the other possible medical diagnosis is that you’re just a bit of a dick. ’
‘ it’s not a joke! I’m a legit snack! ’
‘ well, I’ve narrowed it down to two possibilities: yes and no. ’
‘ take it sleazy. ’
“Back in Walt…Kissing my baby niece on the forehead and managing Sirenbucks. Finishing my degree in a classroom like a normal person, with my friends and my sister. Not here ripping my hair out,” Melody sighed, running a hand through her black bob as she glanced up at Caspar with tear-rimmed eyes. “Or with you, in nature, on another beautiful vacation. I could use one,” she shrugged, clutching him by the shoulders as she finally succumbed to her frustrated tears.
Maybe she wasn’t just sad about all the queen training she’d been doing. Maybe being around Caspar again when he’d decided to visit for the summer brought up some interesting feelings within her. She and Alex were taking things slow, and she’d anointed him Royal Environmental Specialist so they were spending a lot of time together, but with Caspar back in her line of sight, she couldn’t just ignore what she was feeling.
“I missed you,” Melody sighed. She bit her tongue to keep from saying exactly how much or why – it had been a year. They were probably in different places now, none of that mattered. “I think I mostly missed my best friend.” The best friend that she’d been in love with and had to abruptly say goodbye to a year before.
“I missed you, too,” he nodded, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Mel had been growing out the colored ends – a queen couldn’t have unnaturally colored hair, unfortunately. The more she learned about royal rules the more she’d regretted taking the spot back from Dylan. But she couldn’t let anyone know that.
Melody sucked in a breath and ran her hands along Caspar’s biceps. “But hey! You’re here now, and I get to spend the summer queen-training and also with my person. I get the best of both worlds.” She blushed a little, not knowing how he’d react to her so casually calling him her person again. But it wasn’t like he’d ever stopped being that to her. They were just broken up and farther away. “That’s okay, right? That you’re still my person?”
“Of course,” Cas nodded, a tenderness in his voice. Melody eagerly threw her arms around him, then, and squeezed tightly.
“Good. Because it’s never going to be any other way.”
I actually think you look better without it. Not that you look bad with it. That’s not what I’m saying.
I know what you’re saying.
You do?
And it’s charming.
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