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Stuck With You - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Stuck With You

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College Enemies To Lovers AU

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I wanna get stuck with you In the middle of the party We're just getting started I wanna get stuck with you In the eye of the tornado Rowing in the same boat I wanna get stuck with you Get stuck in the middle with you I wanna get stuck with you

Gotta go with the flow And ride the wave right where we're supposed to Yeah, we can go through all the highs and lows Yeah, life's a crazy roller coaster

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We were lucky enough to find a store still open, buying everything she needed to snowboard before renting more equipment. I looked at her getting ready with a small smile and tried not to chuckle. She was endearing, and the fact that she was ready to try this just for me meant a lot and also proved a lot.

"Shit, I forgot my phone!" she let out, rolling her eyes and making me raise my eyebrows.

"Do you really need it right now?" I asked with a chuckle. "I have mine." I patted my shirt pocket and grimaced immediately, letting out a groan. "Fuck, I forgot mine too."

"Do you really need it right now?" she teased with a grin, making me smile more.

"Yes, one of us has to have one, just in case something happens." I took my gloves off and put them on the couch next to her. "Wait for me okay? I'll do quick."

She nodded and I looked around, realizing the place was more quiet than I thought it would be. I rushed to the hall and took the elevator, running to our room and walking in. The light was still on and I grabbed my phone on the nightstand where I left it but finally decided to search for hers, too. It took me about a minute to notice it on the desk placed against the wall and grabbed it, turning around to leave, before something caught my attention.

I frowned, recognizing the back of my head on a picture, and took it in my hand to look at it better. My eyes quickly roamed on my shoulder, neck and hair but when they stopped on Devon's forehead and hair, I held my breath. My fingers were slipped in it and my heart started thumping in my chest. I remembered exactly how I felt at that moment, how deep inside her I was, how her lips parted in pleasure. It was the very first time we ever had sex and looking at that picture made me realize we would always have something to remind us of this moment, something that would always bring many emotions inside me, including lust and love. I already loved her at that moment and I wanted to believe she did too.

I ran my finger on the part of her forehead I could see and sighed. It was still not completely clear between us, I knew we had a lot of things to talk about, but I was not sure what exactly stopped her from giving us a chance. I loved her, and she loved me, and obviously, we had been been through bad relationships and I was sure that neither of us would want the other to suffer again the way we had before. Besides, it was totally different. Abby didn't love me and I was pretty sure Henry didn't really love her either.

I couldn't believe she had brought the pictures with her and it made me wonder why she never showed them to me. She had talent to take pictures, there was no doubt about it, but this picture had probably turned out that good mostly because of luck. She couldn't have put much thought into it, giving the position she was in, but the result was incredible and something twisted in my stomach as I looked at it. I didn't know if other people beside us would be able to feel all the emotions that emanated from it but at the same time, I didn't really care. I liked to think we were the only ones who could understand, the only ones who could really feel deeply about it because of how involved we were. It was even slightly scary to know that some people could look at it without understanding the degree of intimacy in it.

I was about to put the picture back on the desk where I found it when the light of the room reflected something behind it. I turned it around and read the words written quickly at first and then slowly the second time. It was Devon's handwriting and I immediately recognized the second part she had scribbled. My heart skipped a beat as I re-read my own lyrics of the song I had written for her and I shook my head slightly. She had an incredible memory and it made the left corner of my lips raise in a small smile. I went back to the first part and my smile fell when I realized she had written an actual verse for my song.

"Darlin', are you always tryin' to blame me? Is it me or 'cause you came here? Just accept that time was wrong Oh, change thee I've been thinkin' bout it lately We never finished what we started Now I'm fearful that it's gone."

I sang it in my head a few times before doing it out loud but still very low. It fitted perfectly and I sighed, my eyes still roaming on the words. It was amazing to think we sort of wrote a song together and I loved knowing that each verse was the point of view of one of us. Did she know the song was about her? That thought made my heart jump in my chest before I rolled my eyes and let out a chuckle. It was not a secret that I loved her, not anymore, and it was a good thing. I wasted so much time trying to hate her even though I knew it was impossible.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of the lyrics she wrote but also of the picture she took to be able to look at it whenever I wanted and finally checked my watch. I had been gone for a while and I rushed out, reaching the elevator as fast as I could. When I walked back to her, she was sitting on the couch, her head leaned on the back and her lips parted. I could hear her snore lightly and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Devie, hey." I said softly, bending down to shake her gently and making her whimper. "Wake up."

She groaned and sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes and letting out a sigh. She was cute when she slept and I waited a few seconds until her eyes fluttered open to talk again.

"Come on, we only have time for a few basic things."

She got up but almost tripped and I held her, chuckling again.

"You okay?" I asked, moving my face a bit closer to look at her.

She sent me a small smile and nodded. "Yea sorry, just give me a few minutes to wake up completely." she licked her lips and finally raised her eyebrows. "Hey, what took you so long?"

"Oh, I couldn't find your phone." I half-lied, searching my pocket and handing it to her. "I put it in a plastic bag for you, just in case you drop it in the snow or something."

Her head tilted and she sent me a fond smile before pressing her lips together. I felt my heart skip a beat when she moved closer but she stopped herself suddenly. "Thank you."

I wanted her to kiss me. I wanted her to do it first, for once. It seemed like I was always the one who made the first move no matter what we did, especially when it came to something romantic. Maybe she's had had a few initiatives when it came to sex but somehow, whenever it was about love, she seemed reluctant.

"You're welcome." I whispered, fighting the urge I had to kiss her.

We grabbed our stuff and walked outside. I saw her shiver next to me when a whiff of cold air hit us but she still followed me to a very small slope. I tried to show her the basics but she was clearly scared to hurt herself and I finally sat next to her in the snow after she fell.

"How about we go a bit higher?" I proposed, smiling gently when I saw the alarmed expression on her face. "I'll be there with you, okay?"

It took her about a minute to answer. Her eyes roamed on my face and once again, I thought she was going to kiss me and my eyes dropped to her lips. She probably noticed because she licked them nervously and my gaze moved back to her eyes.

"Okay."

I helped her up and we walked slowly to the chairlift in silence. I kept glancing at her and she did the same but it's only when we were half-way there, completely up in the air that everything stopped. My heart jumped in my chest and my eyes got bigger when I realized we were stuck and I swallowed hard, turning to her as she did the same. Her lips curled a bit and she burst into laughing, throwing her head back and making my lips curl.

"It's good luck, remember?" she pointed out, smiling more. "That's what you said!"

"I still think that!" I laughed with her, taking my gloves off to grab my phone. "I'll text Lewis, I know he's near his phone. He can inform them and they'll come get us."

I typed something quickly and sent it, my eyes stuck to the screen until I got an answer from my friend that simply consisted of a laughing emoji and a thumb up.

"It's weird isn't it?" I finally said after a few minutes of silence. "How we always get stuck together somewhere when we have something to solve."

She turned her head my way and tilted it, sending me a small but curious frown. "We have something to solve?"

I turned my body as much as I could to face her and shook my head, my eyebrows raised. "Yes we do. Devie, why don't you want me to say you're my girlfriend?"

"We.. We didn't even discuss it."

"We are now." I pointed out with a sigh. "You said you loved me, we made love this afternoon. I didn't tell our friends because I saw how you reacted when I said the 'g' word this morning in the closet but, what do I have to do?"

"You don't get it."

"No! No I don't!"

I was trying to keep my cool but I wanted her to open up to me, I needed it. I needed her and I needed to be with her. It sounded obsessed, it was intense, but It was driving me crazy to know how she felt without being able to really be with her.

"I do love you! I love you so much Niall I don't think you understand!" she let out before breathing in deeply. I saw her tear up and my lips parted slightly. "You remember when you said I moved you? That my art moved you? Henry used to say that too. I know you're not him, but it's not easy for me to put aside all the pain I went through with him just to throw myself in a new relationship. I don't know how you do it. Abby has hurt you so much too and you're just ready to... to jump back into something official and serious with me." She breathed in and I noticed a tear falling down her right cheek. I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't, I felt paralyzed. "I am nothing special. I am not like the girls you've been with. I am... I am lost, and scared, and scarred! I love you but I'm scared! I'm scared I'll give you everything and that you'll break me the way I was broken before! But I love you so much more than I loved him! I feel so much closer to you than I ever felt to him! And if you... if you leave... When you realize I'm average... or even below..."

I waited a few seconds, staring at her and she sniffed. It was crazy that she kept all that inside for so long, and at the same time, I was so happy she was finally telling me how she feels.

"Are you done yet?" I asked making her look in my eyes again before sending her a small smile. "Devie, I'm scared too. But I love you, I'm in love with you, and I'm ready to take that chance, because being without you is worse than being heartbroken by you. It's ok to love again!"

She sniffed again and pressed her lips together. I brought my hand to her face and brushed my fingertips on her skin, smiling more. "If you shut yourself from feelings, you may make sure that nothing bad happens and that your heart won't be broken, but you also miss all the good things and all the love you could get." I explained in a low tone. "I can't promise you that everything will always be perfect, but I promise I'll keep trying because that's how much I love you. I told you, Devie, you're my main girl. You're the protagonist of this story. No one can take your role. No one."

Her lips curled too and she chuckled before nodding quickly and bending closer to me. She pressed her lips on mine, making me smile too. "I wouldn't want to be stuck here with anyone else." she whispered, making me chuckle before kissing me deeper.

We started laughing against each other's mouth when the chairlift started moving again and finally walked back inside. We were both very cold and we decided to just go back to our room, taking the elevator in silence again. We both got changed into warm clothes and sat in bed together. She leaned her head on my shoulder and moved her legs over mine. I smiled when I saw her warm socks and left a kiss on top of her head.

"That painting you made here the other night..." I started gently, leaning my cheek on top of her head. "It was the first time I saw you paint with light colors. It was beautiful, it looked like a summer sky."

She reached for my hand on her thigh and intertwined our fingers. "All the paintings I made since I arrived here were about you. My art has been about you and my feelings for you, the emotions you made me feel." she explained, surprising me a bit, especially that all my songs were about her. "You make me feel those colors. You make me feel light and clear and warm. You make me feel alive."

"That's not what the painting in our room says, the one you gave me. There's yellow, but there's so much darkness in it. Every time I look at it, I feel horrible for ever making you feel so bad. I'm sorry, Devie."

She moved away slowly to turn around and face me. Her lips curled softly on the left and she licked her lips, shaking her head slightly. "You got it all wrong, Niall." she pointed out gently, raising her eyebrows. "You're not the black in that painting. You're the yellow. You're the light trying to reach me, stopped by my own demons and fears. You're the light in my life, Niall. You've always been the light."

I brought both my hands to her face and cupped her cheeks, kissing her harder than intended. I felt her move closer and straddle me and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. "I love you, Devie, I love you so much." I whispered in-between kisses. "Since the first day."

"I love you too." she murmured back, slipping her hands in my hair. "I always have."

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We got prepared together the next morning and whenever I'd walk near her, I'd pull her close to kiss her lips and she'd giggle or smile. There was something natural in the way we moved together around the room, even in a place we were not used to, and I couldn't help but think it was a proof that we were made for each other. When we were ready, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, making her twirl around as she started laughing and I walked to the door, bringing her with me. We took the elevator to meet our friends downstairs but when the doors opened, I let go of her hand, not really sure if she had changed her mind. I didn't want to rush her, and I didn't want to lose her either. She glanced at me but still followed me to the main room where all our friends were waiting for us, talking and laughing together.

I turned to look at her as her eyes roamed on everyone and after about a minute, I felt her hand reach mine and grab it tight. It took a few seconds but Lewis finally noticed us, his lips curling into a smirk when he noticed we were holding hands. He hit Louis a bit roughly who just frowned but finally turned to us too before our friends noticed us one by one. I cleared my throat when Louis jumped off the couch with a big smile.

"Fuckin' finally!" he yelled, catching the attention of almost everyone in the room. "That's it? That's official? You two are dating?"

"Yes, it's official." Devon replied loud and clear, surprising everyone.

I noticed Mandy winking at her and squeezed her fingers tighter as Louis walked quickly to us, throwing his arms around my girlfriend's neck and holding her close.

"Took you long enough." he told her with a chuckle as she wrapped her free arm around him. "I'm so happy for you two."

Lewis walked to me to hug me too and then almost everyone followed. I noticed Abby sending me a small and sad smile from afar and I just smiled back gently at her, surprised that she took it so well.

"Okay!" Louis let out, clapping in his hands. "Who's hungry?"

Everyone started talking at the same time and they all decided to go to the restaurant to get some food before starting the day. I stopped Devon as she was following them, pulling on her arm to bring her closer to me and just wrapped my arms around her as she tilted her chin up, sliding her hands on my back.

"So that's it? You're my girlfriend?" I asked with an amused grin, making her smile too.

"Mmhm, I'm ready to try that boyfriend/girlfriend thing with you."

"Are you happy, Devon Eaton?" I whispered low, looking down at her.

Her traits softened and she looked at me fondly, in a way no one else had ever looked at me. "Happier than I've ever been. I love you, Niall Horan."

"Not as much as I love you."

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softsichenghours · 5 years

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travelin’ soldier|na jaemin

summary: in which the boy at your diner enlists in the military, breaking your heart in the process. {based on the song “travelin soldier” by the dixie chicks}

word count: 6k+

genre: mild fluff, mild angst, war au, coffee shop au

warnings: warfare, mentions of death, mentions of violence, slight mentions of terrorism?, mention of weapons

(i couldn’t find a gif that really fits, so enjoy this.)

i slid the mug of black coffee onto the faded tabletop, earning a smile from the young man sitting there.

“thank you, ma’am.” he winked, bringing the mug to his lips. i said nothing, but smiled, wiping my hands on my apron. he sighed contently as he took a sip.

“that’s some good coffee.” he chuckled. “what do you make it with? love?” he peered up at me, his eyelashes almost touching his eyebrows.

“just for you, jaemin.” i looked up as the bells chimed, signalling the opening of the front door. multitudes of men streamed in, a low rumble of voices taking over the quiet atmosphere. i sighed softly, knowing my moment with jaemin would soon be ruined.

“y/n, stop flirting with that boy and get back in here!” maisy called from the kitchen. my cheeks immediately flushed red and i stood straight, my eyes locking with his.

“you heard the woman, stop flirting with me. you’ve got a job here too, y’know.” an ear to ear grin spread across his face as he teased me.

“shhh, you.” i rolled my eyes playfully and shook my head before making my way back into the kitchen.

na jaemin appeared everyday at 9 am at the diner i worked in. everyday he would order a black coffee and would sit in the same booth, reading the morning newspaper. everyday he would flirt with me, or try to get me to sit with him and keep him company. a lot of days, he was successful, until my boss, maisy, pulled me out of my dreamlike state to tend to my duties. na jaemin was a charmer. he lured you in with a voice that was sweet like honey and subtle winks and witty remarks. everyday he took his time drinking his cup of joe and scanning through the newspaper, like there was anything interesting. then, at around 9:35, he would close up the newspaper, slide the empty cup onto the bar, give me a wink, and leave. na jaemin was a charmer. it was impossible not to be flustered by his actions. many of the girls that used to work at the diner would melt over jaemin, but he would only like to be served by me. na jaemin had me wrapped around his finger.

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“black coffee for your boy.” maisy joked, putting a steamy mug in my hand.

“i didn’t even see him come in today.” i said, disregarding her tease. i peered through the swinging doors to see jaemin sitting at his normal table, a newspaper in hand.

“that’s odd for you. usually you watch the poor boy like a hawk.” she bustled around the tiny kitchen.

“do i?” i tore my attention from him and watched her, my actions proving her point.

“yes, yes you do.” she turned to me and held a plate out, shoving it into my free hand. “deliver this to the gentleman with the cowboy hat on your way.” i followed her directions and left through the doors, jaemin’s eyes immediately landing on me. the man with the cowboy hat was sitting at the bar, so it wasn’t hard for me to find him. he thanked me with a tip of his hat and a wink.

“extra love in this today?” jaemin grinned as he took the mug from his lips.

“only in yours.” i went along.

“will you do me the pleasure of sitting with me today? it’s not busy, i’m sure your boss won’t be too angry.” he looked around before looking back at me. i scanned over the diner. he was right, there were only a few customers this morning. i sighed softly before sliding into the other seat. his smile only grew as i leaned my elbows on the table and gazed over at him. he was easily the most handsome man i’d ever met. his handsomeness was in a delicate way. his eyes were welcoming and sparkling, his smile was sweet and charming. i could tell he was around my age, 17 or 18, but he was more polite than most of the men i served in this diner. my eyes floated to his newspaper. the front page was another article on the war. i swear, it just gets worse each day instead of improving. they were enlisting new soldiers now. in my eyes, they were just searching for more innocent people to brainwash and kill.

“how’s your day been so far?” he cooed, leaning in on his elbows. i could tell that he actually wanted to know.

“it’s only,” i checked my wristwatch. “9:15 am. it’s been pretty laid back so far, it’ll get busy around noon.”

“i have a question, y/n.” i felt heat rise to my ears when i looked back in his eyes. “why do you still work here? i mean, it’s a nice place, but you’re young. old people work at diners. smart, beautiful girls like you have more potential than that.” my blush spread to my cheeks at his words, and a soft sigh escaped my lips. i looked away, evaluating his question.

“you really do flatter me, na jaemin.” i shook my head and smiled. he grabbed one of hands and held it in his own, my heart jumping to my throat.

“i’m not lying. you could be doing anything else, i’m sure. so, why here?” he toyed around with my fingers, my heart racing at his simple touch.

“i’m saving up to go to school.” i admitted, looking down at the tarnished orange-brown tabletop. “what about you? what do you do when you leave here?” i looked back up at him.

“i’m in school. i’m majoring in business.” i cocked my head at his answer. jaemin didn’t strike me as someone to do something so...boring. “i’m going to get my degree in a few years, get a job in a stuffy office, wear a suit and tie and sit at a desk everyday for the rest of my life. well, that’s what my parents want me to do.” he scoffed, sarcasm in his voice.

“what do you want to do, jaemin?” i questioned.

“i want adventure, i want-” before he could finish, he was interrupted by the man with the cowboy hat.

“excuse me, miss!” he called from the bar. i looked at jaemin, the sunlight striking his honey coloured skin so perfectly. our moment was over, but at least it happened. he pulled my hand to his chest and planted a kiss to the back of it. i got up, flustered at his actions and shaking my head. i tsked at him and made my way to the bar.

“what can i do for you, sir?” i offered a grin, still over the moon from my moment with jaemin.

“look at this plate. does that bacon looked cooked? what about the toast? there’s barely any colour to it! and the eggs have no taste!” he spit angrily. my eyes widened. an angry customer wasn’t good.

“i-i’m sorry, sir. i’ll get this fixed for you right away.” i reached for the plate, his eyes following me the entire time.

“maybe you should focus more on your job than your customers.” he taunted, jerking his head towards the table i was just sat at. i nodded timidly, muttering apologies. i rushed into the kitchen to prepare his meal again. na jaemin was certainly getting me in trouble.

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i grabbed the mug from the bar the next morning after jaemin had left, balancing it in my arms along with the other dishes from tables i had cleared. i bustled into the kitchen, where maisy took half of my load.

“busy out there today?” she asked, dumping the dishes in the sink to be done later. she wiped her hands on her apron.

“super busy. it’s days like these i wish the other girls still worked here. they were a nuisance most of the time, but extra hands always help.” i sighed, wisps of hair falling out of my ponytail and into my face. maisy didn’t say anything but handed me a neatly folded napkin.

“what’s this?” i furrowed my eyebrows.

“that boy of yours wasted a perfectly good napkin when he could’ve just talked to you.” she whisked past, bumping the doors open with her hip. she always referred to jaemin as ‘that boy of mine’, and when i glanced down at the cream white napkin, i knew what she was talking about. written in pen, in neat scrawl, it said “i’d like to take you out on a date, y/n” followed by his number. my heart swooned as i read it. maisy called out to me and i tucked it in my pocket. i worked hard through the day, knowing that when i got home, a phone call with na jaemin was awaiting me.

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i took one last look in the mirror, smoothed my hair down one last time, checked my lipstick one last time. i hoped i was dressed nice enough for my date with jaemin. he had never seen me in anything other than my work uniform. i heard a knock at the door and grabbed my jacket, basically running down the stairs. i was too late, though. my father had opened the door and was now chatting with my date. my breath hitched in my throat and i stopped halfway through my rampage down the stairs. jaemin’s eyes immediately landed on me. his normal, charming grin grew even wider.

“jaemin, hi.” i breathed out, a smile spreading on my face.

“hi, beautiful.” he complimented, making me blush. i skipped down the last few steps and slipped on my shoes, noticing my father had been quiet. i hoped he wouldn’t stop me from going on my date with jaemin.

“what are your intentions with my daughter?” he said sharply.

“take her out, keep her safe, have her home early. i have only the best intentions, sir.” he smiled politely. my father stopped me before i could walk out the door.

“will you have her home by 10?”

“on the dot, sir.”

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the camera on the strap around his neck shuttered as another picture was taken. jaemin had taken me skating on our date and he insisted on taking as many pictures as could on his Polaroid camera. when he proposed the idea of skating, i had second thoughts. i knew i was clumsy on the ice, but with jaemin tying up my skates for me and holding my hand the whole time, it wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be. i was balancing myself when i heard the first click of his camera. he had an innocent look on his face and he kept snapping pictures.

“why are you taking so many pictures?” i laughed.

“memories, that’s all…” he trailed off and let the camera hang from the strap as he looked at me. “i want to remember this.”

“i’m not going anywhere, jaemin.” i shook my head and smiled up at the boy.

“i know, but... maybe i just want to have your beautiful face with me everywhere i go.”

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by the end of the night, my feelings for na jaemin had deepened. i hoped he felt the same. he drove me home after buying us hot cocoa, and even walked me up my front steps. now, i had seen enough movies to know what came next. the lights of the dimly lit porch cascaded on his face, making a shadow down his delicate nose. he looked so handsome.

“i had a great night, jaemin. thank you.” i smiled, reaching my hand up to brush the hair out of his face. he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to his body, eliciting a slight gasp from me. he smiled a cocky smile and leaned down. his eyes flickered from my lips to mine. i felt my heart skip a beat. then, the window behind jaemin caught my attention as a lamp flickered on. knowing someone was watching, i dipped away from his lips and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“goodnight, jaemin.” i smiled, lovesickness floating in my chest.

“goodnight, y/n.” little did i know, jaemin felt the same way.

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i handed jaemin his mug of black coffee, like i had every other morning. but it felt different somehow. it was like i had seen him in a different light since our date. not in a bad way. it was like before our date, he was boy who made my heart flutter in the mornings, but he wasn’t mine. he still wasn’t mine, but now there was a possibility that he could be. it was an average morning, a few more customers than normal, but nothing i couldn’t handle. i still felt over the moon with joy about our night together, three days later.

“thank you, ma’am.” he joked with a wink. i felt the butterflies in my stomach. “did you make it with love today?”

“of course.” i beamed.

“i have good news.” he said after taking a sip of his drink.

“can it wait a few minutes? i have to clear these tables and serve the gentlemen up front, i’ve already gotten enough complaints about talking to you instead of working.” i laughed slightly.

“i don’t have much time, i have to get to class soon.” he gazed up at me.

“then follow me.” i sighed softly and walked away from his table, tucking pieces of hair behind my ears as i went. i heard his footsteps and i escaped behind the bar, something now between us. i raised my eyebrows at him, signalling to give me a minute and swooped into the kitchen to grab plates. when i re-entered the diner, he was waiting for me, looking like he was about to burst with excitement.

“what’s your good news?” i questioned, my back turned to him as i made coffees. he seemed to stumble over his words, not quite knowing how to say it.

“i enlisted in the military!” he beamed. i stopped dead in my tracks, almost dropping the tray i was holding.

“you what?” i asked in disbelief. i thought the war was such a stupid thing. i couldn’t imagine my jaemin fighting in the war. i quickly served the men in front and turned my full attention to him.

“i enlisted. i hear back from the recruitment office the end of this week and then i’m set. they’re desperate for soldiers right now, and i meet all the requirements, so why not?” he seemed too enthusiastic for such topic. i leaned on my hands on the tabletop and looked away from him.

“why not? because-because it’s dangerous? because you could be gone for years? because you could get killed, jaemin?” i couldn’t imagine my jaemin holding a gun on the battlefield, dressed in camouflage. “the question isn’t why not, it’s why?” i looked at him, heaving a sigh.

“i need adventure, y/n. i don’t want to stay in this small town forever and get an office job. i want to see the world, even if it means fighting for it. i want to make something of myself, make my momma proud. i think it’ll be exciting, if anything.” he explained, his grin ear to ear. i couldn’t believe what i was hearing. there were so many thoughts swirling around my mind, i didn’t even know what to say to him. what if my jaemin died? what if i never seen him sitting at his table in the morning ever again? i was overthinking. i was being selfish. i was only thinking of myself, not about him. if he thought he had to do this for himself, then i had no say in it. but was i even a factor in his mind? i was shaken out of my thoughts by maisy calling for me from the kitchen.

“i-i’m sorry, jaemin.” i couldn’t meet his eyes as i stood straight and rushed through the swinging doors, leaving him alone.

♡♡♡

jaemin didn’t come to the diner everyday anymore. he showed up a few days a week and we would chat, but it felt different again. like i was losing someone i never had. he told me he got accepted and that he was going away to a military camp next week to train. i told him i was happy for him.

i watched the news almost every night. i tried not to, but bad news was everywhere. on the TV, in the newspaper, in the quiet conversations i heard everyday. it was getting rough over there. and my jaemin was getting thrown into it all. my jaemin. i wasn’t really sure if he was mine anymore, or if he ever was. the worst part of the news was the very end, late at night. it would announce the names of the soldiers from our troops who died that day. sometimes their picture would flash across the screen. it was haunting. it made my stomach turn and lurch. these men, they were someone’s something. they were someone’s son, they were someone’s brother, someone’s best friend, someone’s lover.

♡♡♡

the diner was silent as i wiped down the counter. it was late, around midnight, and it was my turn to close up for the night. it was thankful it was empty, i needed a quiet place to think. the only sounds i could hear were distant cars, the electrical buzz of the sign, and the low hum of the radio. i had turned off the tv, not wanting to hear anything about the war, especially with jaemin on my mind. i looked over my shoulder quickly as the door clattered open. jaemin walked in, sending me a soft smile.

“it’s late. what are you still doing here?” he leaned against the bar and watched me as i tidied up.

“i’m thinking… too much, actually.” i admitted with a slight chuckle.

“i leave for military camp tomorrow. i came to say…” he trailed off.

“goodbye. you came to say goodbye.” i finished for him.

“but i don’t want to say goodbye. i want to say see you later, or- i don’t know. i just wanted to see you, y/n.” i dropped the dishcloth i was holding and turned around to look at him. i rounded the bar and stopped in front of him. before i knew it, he had me engulfed in his arms. i relaxed in his embrace and breathed in his scent. who knows how long it would be before i got to hug him again. i tried to push those thoughts out of my head and focus on him being present. he was the first to pull away and i took a step back. the radio echoed static for a moment before a soft song started to play. i recognized it as love me tender by elvis presley. jaemin reached over and turned it up and looked at me once more before holding out his hand.

“may i have this dance?” he grinned softly. i couldn’t help but laugh at his request. i took his hand and we started to dance on the black and white tiled floor. it was a slow dance, soft and tender. as the song came to an end, he pulled me closer into him and cupped my face in his hands.

“can i kiss you?” his eyes fluttered to my lips. i nodded and laced my fingers together on the back of his neck, bringing him closer. his lips softly touched mine and i felt a wave of comfort wash over me. we both pulled away after a few savory moments. jaemin rested his forehead on mine, his eyes boring into mine. suddenly, it all hit me. that my jaemin was going away to war for god knows how long. that my jaemin was putting himself in harm's way, just for the thrill of it. when i watched the news of all the men who had died, it was terrible to see, but it never really affected me because i never knew any of them. but now, it was my jaemin that could possibly be not coming back. i buried my face in the crook of his neck to prevent him from seeing the hot tears now spilling down my cheeks. he sighed and brought his hands from my waist to around my shoulders.

“don’t cry for me, please. you’re too pretty to cry.” even right now, jaemin joked. we stayed there for a few silent moments, just enjoying the other being there. he pulled away first, but i pulled him back.

“don’t go, jaemin.” i whispered, my voice cracking as i cried. i let him pull away from the hug and he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe my tears.

“i’ll write you letters whenever i can, okay?” he assured, looking into my eyes. “and i’m expecting some back.” he grinned charmingly. i nodded and a small smile appeared on my face. he took a few steps back and looked around the diner.

“it won’t be long and i’ll be back to you, my love.” and with that, na jaemin left.

♡♡♡

the first letter from na jaemin came about a month later. of course, he addressed it to the diner. it was a cold day; frost covered the windows and a chilly draft came through the door every time it opened. the sun was trying to shine through the clouds, but like every other day for the past month, the clouds were winning. my days seemed so long without him. each day was like the next; boring and uneventful. jaemin had always been the highlight of my day. i wondered where he was, what he was doing, if he was safe. i did everything in my power to take my mind off him, but something would always remind me of him. a young couple would come in and sit at his table, someone would order a black coffee, a man would flirt with me while i served him. i stopped everything when the first letter came. we hired more waitresses and cooks, so i passed my tray to angela, a younger girl. i ripped open the envelope and unfolded the crinkled paper.

“dear y/n,

i’m halfway through training. i love it so far! i’ve made some friends, but so far, i’m the youngest in my group. of course, i miss you. what i wouldn’t do for a cup of your coffee right now! they don’t make it with love like you do at the canteen. all my friends know who you are, i think i talk about you a bit too much. how are things back home? hopefully you’re not too bored without me. well, my break is over, so this is where i end this letter.

more to come!

xoxo, na jaemin.

(p.s. write me back!)”

when i finished reading the letter, a bittersweet grin had sprung to my face. i could almost hear his voice through the letter. i read it over a few times, my heart growing more each time. the fact that he talked about me, that he made time to remember me. i knew jaemin wasn’t the type to forget but there was so much going on with him, and he took time for me. immediately i scrambled for a piece of paper and grabbed the pen from my shirt pocket. maisy swung past, leaning towards me.

“y/n, back to work.” she said, disapprovingly. i looked at her with a lost look.

“i got my first letter from jaemin, i gotta write back.” her look softened and she smiled, which was odd for maisy. she nodded and went back to the kitchen.

“dear jaemin,

it’s definitely different here without you. i actually have to do my job now instead of flirting with you. i’m glad you’re enjoying training. send my love to your new friends! i can’t help but see all the bad things on the news lately. please be safe. i miss you too, jaemin.

xoxo, y/n y/l/n.”

i didn’t know quite what to write. writing a letter is a lot different from talking in person. i wanted to say more, but what do you say? all i know is that i missed my na jaemin.

♡♡♡

it was a month and a half later when the next letter came. i didn’t realize how long the gaps between the letters would be. i guess wherever he was in the world was a long ways away. i was at work again when it came, but maisy knew to let me be when i had an envelope in my hand. my hands shook when i opened the letter. it was unknown what the letter held.

“dear y/n,

we’re at a different camp now. i don’t quite know where we are. somewhere in the middle east, i think. soon we’ll go to a military base. i’m still having a great time. i swear, this is the experience of a lifetime. i have a uniform with my name stitched on it now. it says “private na jaemin”. can you imagine that! i’m a private! i also have my own gun. firing a gun is a lot harder than it seems. my buddies tease me about how much i talk about you. i always find myself talking about our date and just everything about you. the way your hair falls out of the clip and falls into your face, the way you smile, the way you talk to me. i have a picture of you from our date on my bedside table. when i look at it after a tiring day, i remember who i’m doing for this. i miss you, my love.

xoxo, na jaemin.”

my heart clenched reading his letter. i was feeling so many different emotions. he was in the middle east somewhere. i knew things were rough over there. i couldn’t imagine my jaemin holding a gun and wearing a uniform and being a private. but this is what he wanted. i had to let him be himself, i had to let him do this. i swore my heart grew a size when i read what he said about me. and the second time i read it, and the third. my heart fluttered when he called me his love. i couldn’t help but want him to be back.

“dear jaemin,

you’re still having fun, eh? keep that spirit, you’re going to need it. look at my boy! being a private and all! don’t worry, i talk about you a lot too. all the regulars here ask about you. i tell them you’re just doing just fine. everything’s about the same here. i’m looking at nearby colleges, nowhere too far. i want to still be able to work at the diner. i can’t afford it for a while yet, but it’s good to be prepared incase i win the lottery or something. fat chance, though. maisy and i hired a bunch of new staff. they’re very dense, but hard workers. but of course, with more workers, it’s less pay. but i can’t leave the diner, maisy is more of a parental figure to me than my parents have ever been. by the way, your parents stopped into the diner last week. they wanted to meet me because you talked about me in your letter to them. tsk tsk, na jaemin. if you wanted me to meet your parents, you should’ve told me! because they popped in when i was on my busy shift and i looked like i had been to hell and back. they’re very nice people, i see where you get your charm from. i can also see why you wanted to make them proud. your momma ordered a black coffee and i couldn’t help but smile. anyway, i should finish this up. please be safe and don’t misuse that gun of yours, young man. send my love to your troop! i miss you.

xoxo, y/n y/l/n.”

♡♡♡

“dear y/n,

we had our first battle today. it’s frightening on the battlefield. i won’t go into detail, i don’t want to scare you. but i’m not scared yet. everyday i look at your face in my picture frame and it gives me strength. my buddies are always eager to see your letters to me. they find it cute how you send your love to everyone. so college, eh? i’m proud of you! i want you to get out of that diner one day and get your education and make something of yourself. not that you aren’t something now, but you have the intelligence to be a doctor or a scientist or a teacher. and yes, maybe it’s my fault that my parents stopped in. i told them who you were and where you worked, and...yeah, my fault. i bet you still looked just as beautiful. there’s not a lot happening over there either. we’re kind of at a standstill right now. i love the thrill of it all, y/n. don’t worry too much about me, i’ll be just fine. there are a lot of lonely nights where i wish you could be here to kiss me and flirt with me like you used to. i miss you.

xoxo, na jaemin.”

“dear jaemin,

god, i’m more worried about you than ever. i don’t really know what there is to say. everything’s the same. but there’s still no you. i don’t mean to be such a downer but there’s so much on the news that i want to cry each time it broadcasts a battle. i wish you were here to order your black coffee and flirt with me, too. if you walked through that door right now, i’d hug you so tight, kiss you, and never let you go. i miss you.

xoxo, y/n y/l/n.”

♡♡♡

it was 5 months on the dot since my jaemin had left. everyday was so lonely. the week before, a rather dashing young man came into the diner and he was so much like jaemin that i had to escape into the kitchen for a moment. he was charming and he flirted with me, he even sat at jaemin’s table. but he wasn’t my jaemin. i tried my absolute best to hold it in, but when maisy found me crying, she gave me the rest of the day off. jaemin hadn’t written a letter in a couple of months and i was starting to get worried. it was scary that i had to keep reminding myself that if anything happened to jaemin, they’d send a letter.

“dear y/n,

i’m sorry i haven’t been writing. we’ve been in a lot of battles and moving around a lot. i’m sure you’ve seen it on tv. because we’ve been moving around, i now have your picture in a locket so that i can always have you near my heart, where you should be. when i can’t sleep because of the war going on outside my tent, i think of you. you’re my peace, y/n. when i come back, i’m making you mine. i miss you.

xoxo, na jaemin.

(p.s. find attached, a picture of me that one of my buddies took. don’t forget what my face looks like.)”

i heaved a sigh and felt a tear spring to my eye as i read it. it was a sad tear, but also a tear of joy. i was definitely his. he said so himself. now, he just had to come back and it would all be alright. i pulled out the picture of him and my heart swelled. he looked the same. he had dirt on his face along with war paint smeared across his cheeks. it was weird to see him lying on the ground, a gun on his shoulder. he looked a little skinnier in the face, a little more muscular everywhere else. i thought they would cut his hair short, but i could see the ends of his floppy hair sticking out from underneath his helmet. i was glad; i loved his soft, brown hair. he wasn’t a boy anymore, he was a man now.

“dear jaemin,

thank you for the picture. i’ll keep it with me wherever i go, like you keep me in your locket. i like the symbolism of a locket. it’s like i’m always there with you, even when i’m not. but why would you think i’d ever forget your face? i don’t think i ever could. can you hurry up and come back already so that i can be yours and you can be mine? officially? i’ve been calling you mine for a lot longer than i’ll let on, maybe a lot longer than i should’ve been, actually. be safe, my sweet. i miss you.

xoxo, y/n y/l/n.”

after finishing the letter, i tucked it in my apron pocket to send later. i gently put his picture in my front pocket, in front of my heart, where he should be.

♡♡♡

i was getting really worried. things in the war had escalated very quickly. i tried so hard to avoid the news but that’s all anyone wanted to see in the diner lately. whenever i had to close up, i prayed that i wouldn’t hear his name and see his face flash on the screen. i didn’t want my jaemin to be just another statistic, just another man who gave his life. i didn’t want him to give his life at all, i wanted him to come back safe and sound. but with news of every dropped bomb, every raid of camps, every bloodbath at the front line, i tensed up and hoped it wasn’t my jaemin.

“dear y/n,

things are getting rough over here. i seen my best mate die yesterday. it’s hard. you were right, it’s not child’s play anymore. all i wanted was to make you and my momma proud. i’m scared, y/n. it’s all fun and games until a soldier cries, and i can’t stop myself right now. i hate to have to write this, but if anything happens to me, i love you.

na jaemin.”

it’s like i couldn’t stop the tears from coming. i ran into the kitchen, my breath becoming short and choppy. the reality had finally hit him. he was hurt and all the way across the world. i wished he was in my arms and not on a battleground somewhere. the reality had finally hit me, too. he wasn’t coming back. he knew he wasn’t. he wouldn’t have added the last line if he knew he was coming home. but he loved me. and i loved him. when maisy entered the kitchen, a pile of dishes in her arms, she immediately stopped. soon the dishes were in the sink and i was crying into her shoulder.

“did...did it happen?” she asked. i shook my head quickly and handed her the letter. her face faltered as she looked at me.

“he’s not coming back, maisy.”

“you’re waiting on the love of a traveling soldier. there’s always hope, my dear. don’t give that up that quickly.”

♡♡♡

two months. two months went by without hearing from na jaemin. i think every possible scenario that could’ve happened ran through my head at least once. i tried to put the negative thoughts out of my head, but it was no use. i was feeling hopeless because of the broadcast on the TV of a huge battle when the letter came. i thought for sure it would be the letter. i held it in my shaking hands, not wanting to open it.

“another letter?” maisy swept past. she came back to me when i was silent. “scared to open it. i get it.” she sighed.

“you open it.” i shoved it towards her.

“i open it?” she raised an eyebrow and took the envelope from my trembling hands. i nodded quickly. she sighed softly and gently opened the letter. i held my breath and watched her expression. then she...laughed almost and put the letter back in my hands.

“you’re going to want to read this.”

“my dearest y/n,

I’M COMING HOME, BABY!!! i was cleared today! we only have one more battle left and then i’m on my way back to you. i can’t wait to see you. i’m going to run into that diner, pick you up and twirl you around, and kiss you. i can’t wait, i can’t wait, i can’t wait! expect me within the month! i love you so much!

xoxo, your na jaemin.”

the weight immediately lifted off my shoulders. my eyes welled with tears of joy and i think i literally jumped with joy. my boy was coming home! my jaemin was going to be here any day now! i was going to jump in his arms and kiss all over his face and tell him i loved him in person. i loved him. i loved na jaemin so much. it wouldn't be long and my na jaemin would be back to me.

♡♡♡

it was another cold night. i was closing up the diner. i shut off the radio but couldn’t find the TV remote, so the fallen soldiers portion of the local news still played. apparently the battle today had been...horrible. a “bloodbath” they described it as. the way they described it was very brutal, very real. i wished the war would stop. i thought it was so stupid. but you don’t really care about it until it’s someone you love out there. but jaemin was coming home. that was the only thing that kept me positive lately. when he was back, everything would be alright.

the low hum of the electric sign and the TV faded into the background as i mopped the floors and wiped down the counter tops and tables. when i finished my work, the list of soldiers was still going on. it was horrific. they seemed to go oldest to youngest. all the men looked to be in their twenties or older. i turned around as the door chimed open, ready to tell the straggler customer that we were closing, but was surprised to see maisy.

“left my damn keys in the back again.” she shook her head. she retrieved them and came back out to find me leaning against the bar, my eyes fixated on the TV.

“too much of that TV will turn your brain to mush.” she warned from next to me. i shrugged.

“it’s haunting, really. so many people die, and for what?” i looked over at her.

“for a lot of different reasons, i guess. pride, mostly. pride for themselves, pride for their country.” she sighed. i whipped my head around when i heard a familiar name on the TV.

“lastly, the youngest in his troop, na jaemin. died fighting.” i froze when my jaemin’s face flashed on the screen. i heard maisy say something from beside me, but couldn’t decipher what it was. i couldn’t do anything. i felt as if i couldn’t move, couldn’t breath. he was gone. my na jaemin. mine. i felt my hands shake, i felt my whole body shake. it felt like my throat was closing or my lungs were filling up with water. i closed my eyes and all i could see was his image burning on my eyeballs. no. no, he was supposed to come home! he was supposed to come back and be mine! i heard a voice scream out. it was my voice. i felt hands on my shoulders, bringing me in. but i still felt nothing at all. he was gone. my na jaemin was gone.

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1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?When You Believe, You Will Be Found, Danse Macarbe, 96000, Africa, and Hey Jude2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Queen Elizabeth. She’s an absolute legend, and I’m going to be devastated when she dies. 3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.Maria Eva Duarte de Peron had in large quantities many of the qualities needed to lift her from obscurity to fame4: What do you think about most?What the hell I’m going to do with my life5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?“You up for DTBD tonight??”6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?Depends on the season. In autumn and winter I do, but sometimes summer can be way too warm (even at night)7: What’s your strangest talent?I can sightread sheet music perfectly8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)Girls will be girls. Boys need to grow the hell up.9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?Not explicitly, no. 10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?I honestly can’t remember11: Do you have any strange phobias?No12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?I had a piece of lego up there when I was a little kid13: What’s your religion?I’m Roman Catholic14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?Tanning, taking photos or reading in the shade15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?Behind it.16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?I don’t think I have one. I fluctuate between favourite songs, and bands are even harder17: What was the last lie you told?I claimed having to work so I could be designated driver so I didn’t have to drink18: Do you believe in karma?I do. I try to do good things so good things happen to me. 19: What does your URL mean?I’ve loved Elizabeth Schuyler since I was an actual child, and her familial nicknames were Liza and Betsey20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?I’m so awkward around people I don’t know. I like to think I am the most supportive person you will ever knoe21: Who is your celebrity crush?Gal Gadot22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?No!23: How do you vent your anger?Throwing pillows around and screaming24: Do you have a collection of anything?I’m working on a playbill collection of shows helmed by women. I started collecting shells from every beach I visit when I was a kid, and I still do that now.

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Video chatting- I love seeing peoples faces when I talk to them26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?I’m content. I wouldn’t say happy yet, but I’m getting there27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?Microphone feedback is literally the worst. Orchestras warming up is the greatest sound you will ever hear28: What’s your biggest “what if”?What if I dropped out of my degree and moved down to Canberra now, rather than in two years?29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?I think ghosts are just the memory of people who have lived. I do believe people see them. I absolutely refuse to think that humans are the only sentient species in the entire universe. 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.A mug of tea. A potted plant31: Smell the air. What do you smell?Freshly cut grass and cold air32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?A B&B in Sydney that boiled the sausages for breakfast33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?I live on an east coast, so I’m biased34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?If I had to choose, probably Calvin Harris35: To you, what is the meaning of life?Living to the best of your ability36: Define Art.Subjective37: Do you believe in luck?Yes38: What’s the weather like right now?Windy and kind of chilly. But not cold yet.39: What time is it?10:25am40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?I do! No (knock on wood). I’ve been in the car when it has crashed, but I’ve never caused it.41: What was the last book you read?The Book of the Dead by the New York Times. It’s a collection of the obituaries they’ve published since they were founded. It’s grim, but so interesting42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?A little, yes43: Do you have any nicknames?So many! My favourite is Goldilocks (I used to have really long, blonde, curly hair) 44: What was the last film you saw?Moana. I was babysitting my neighbours daughters and they suggested it.

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?Okay so I was a water polo player for years, and had some major beef with this girl. We played against each other in an interschool competition. It was a REALLY violent game. I ended up giving her a black eyes and I loosened some of her teeth- she gave me a concussion, a cracked rib, and managed to nearly dislocate my knee. Oh yeah, and I nearly drowned. Great times. We aren’t allowed to play on opposing teams anymore.

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?I almost always have a bouquet of flowers with me, and they like to land on me, but I’ve never caught one47: Do you have any obsessions right now?Vinyl records48: What’s your sexual orientation?Cis-straight49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?That I had sex with four people in a tent on the one night. Yeah, nope. This girl doesn’t have sex in tents. This girl doesn’t even camp.50: Do you believe in magic?Not the fairy magic, but yes51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?Oh my god yes52: What is your astrological sign?Aries53: Do you save money or spend it?I try to save, but usually end up spending it all.54: What’s the last thing you purchased?A pair of Rosie the Riveter-style overalls for a 1940′s themed costume party55: Love or lust?Love. It’ll last longer56: In a relationship?Not right now57: How many relationships have you had?Two. Maybe three, but we never defined what it was58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?No.59: Where were you yesterday?I was at work60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?My headphones, mouse pad and fingernails61: Are you wearing socks right now?No62: What’s your favourite animal?Quokkas. Literally the cutest things I have ever seen63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?64: Where is your best friend?In Sydney (I only see her once a year, which is just not good enough for me)65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.lucreziaborgia, runawayforthesummer, and that’s literally it. 66: What is your heritage?My dad is Italian, my mother is Australian. His family are Italian, her family are Irish and English67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?Drinking the university bar dry68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?Smith or Jones. Lucifer Smith sounds terrifying, does it not?69: Biggest turn ons?Neck kisses, a well-tailored suit, button up shirts with the sleeve pushed up over the elbow, a uniform (especially army), just a little bit of scruff70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?I think so, yes.71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?Save the dog. I’m the boss at work, so if I get fired, everything collapses.72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?I’d tell my family and close friends. I’d spend all my money on travel- see more shows, roadtrip, party. I wouldn’t be afraid.73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.Trust.74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?The Cha Cha Slide. so many good memories attached to that song, and it’s impossible not to smile when you’re dancing to it.75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?346276: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?Trust and openness 77: How can I win your heart?Flowers, a new edition of a classic book, and a love of music and theatre78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?Yes. It gives you a perspective that not a lot of other people have79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?Dumping my last boyfriend. That little shit was going nowhere in life. 80: What size shoes do you wear?I’m an 1181: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?“You still owe me money”82: What is your favourite word?Fuck. or serendipity because it’s so fun to say83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.Warm84: What is a saying you say a lot?“I’m just putting it out there”85: What’s the last song you listened to?Hello Hurricane by Switchfoot86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?Rose pink, mint green and sky blue87: What is your current desktop picture?My best friend and dabbing on top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge

88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?Donald Trump

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Have you ever gotten pregnant?90: Turn offs?Not showering, sexism/racism, cargo pants, CROCS91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?Invisibility92: where are your parents from? Dad is from Tully, mum is from Longreach93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?First boyfriend cheating on me. 94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?I dont’ know.95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?New York City96: Do you have any relatives in jail?Not that I know of97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?Nope. I’ve been driving when someone has thrown up, but never done it myself98: Ever been on a plane?All the time!99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?Y’all have got to fucking chill

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