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Letting go just a tiny bit, loosening her grip, she looks up at him, not with a smile though. Looking at his eyes for a few seconds, then laying her head on his chest, she squeezes him tighter.
"Good."
Her muffled voice mumbles.
(oof!)
Met tilted his head down to look back down at her, his grin fading just a little bit. "Oh… um… Okay." He squeezed her arm gently and sighed, snuggling her closer and kissing her head gently. He didn't know what else to say as he relaxed slowly again, sighing faintly.
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"Let's go out…..get something to eat other than cake"
She says looking back up at him after about a full minute
Met looked back down at her when she looked up at him, his eyebrows raising about him. "We could order something. Maybe Chinese."
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"No, I wanna go out"
She says squeezing him even tighter as her arms lowered to his waist. She knew she was being difficult, but she hadn't hung out with him in a while, they both needed some time together outside of each other's houses and school.
Met whined softly and plopped his head down again, losing her hands as she moved her arms down to his skinny hips.
"Alright." He probably wouldn't be able to afford it, so he'd had to tap into his savings for a couple dollars on the way down. He also needed gas money.
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"I'm paying"
She says sitting up, poking his nose playfully. Just because she wanted to be happy and go somewhere, didn't mean she had to do it at her boyfriends expense.
"Nu-uh, to hell you are. I'm paying for you." He sat up with her, stretching out a little before booping her nose in response, smiling. He would act like he could definitely pay for it, and just replace the money he spent with his next paycheck.
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"What!? No! If that's the case then we're not going!"
She says kissing his nose as he sat up. Great…..now she felt bad. She never liked people paying for her.
Met huffed and crossed his arms. "You play a tough game. I won't get anything. I don't want you paying too much. Wait– wait– how about we split the bill?" He proposed, so it was at least fair to the both of them.
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Giving him a sideglance after looking away, pouting and sticking out her lip dramatically
Fine
She says in pouty voice turning back away from him holding in a little smile
Met watched her glance then look away again, laughing and shaking his head. She was such a dork. He loved her post-therapy self. She was so much more bouncy and not to mention beautiful without her various bruises she would get from the brute of her stepfather.
"Fine? Are you sure?"
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"Positively absolutely sure!!"
She says looking over to him with a slight smile. She ran her fingers through her hair, expecting there to be a lot more, but there definitely wasn't, stopping a little above her shoulders. She was so glad she cut it.
Met smiled back faintly, rubbing the back of his neck and grabbing his wallet off of his desk. "Alright… let's go, then." He stood up off of the bed and offered his hand to her, smiling more.
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Taking his hand almost Immediately after he held it out, she stood up with a little bounce, smiling up at him.
"Where to?"
She asks moving a short strand out if her face and tucking it behind her ear.
Met snickered at her and shook his head. It seemed like she was just dying for him to stick his hand out for her and hold hands.
"The Chinese place. I thought we could drive over. I need to grab some gas, though."
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"Okay!"
She says squeezing his hand and pulling him to the door. She didnt have much Chinese, but it wasn't to different from Korean. She grew up with more American food, but she still liked the food from home.
Met grabbed his keys on the way over to the door, trotting out with her and unlocking the doors.
“Alright, get in, baby,” He murmured to her, glancing at her.
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"I am no baby, but okay"
She says happily skipping to the car, hopping in the passenger seat
Met laughed and got into the front seat, checking he got everything before going on his way and humming.
“I have to grab some gas for the car, first, so you get to sit through that. Maybe we could grab something from the gas station.”
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"Oh, I don't know! That's a long time to wait….but ill try"
She says jokingly as she started braiding her hair absentmindedly.
Met laughed and started the car, humming softly with the song he was playing previously. It was a neat rock n’ roll song that he enjoyed a lot. He was a really 80’s type of guy. Born in the wrong generation, always complaining about gas prices and his aching bones, which were problems he actually had to deal with on his day to day life.
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"What song are you humming?"
She says turning to him with a short strand of hair braided, falling in front of her ear.
(AAAAAAHH I KEEP REPORTING THE POSTS GOD FRICK)
Met shrugged. “Some song, I guess.” It was actually a song he liked from one of his favorite bands, but she didn’t need to know that.
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"Oh….okay?"
She says with a confused look, quickly picking up the tune and humming it with him as they drove, wondering when he would notice.
Met glanced at her once and his voice just sort of died in his throat. He wasn't used to humming with other people, even though he was in a choir. He would rather just sing in a group with a lot of background noise. He was sort of a shy singer.
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"Hmm?"
She says turning to him
"Awe, your voice stopped. You know i like it!"
She says sticking out her bottom lip in a pouty yet cute way as she crossed her arms, her big eyes looking up at him.
Met's gaze flicked to her once then back to the road. "I dunno what you mean, CC. The-the song ended, so I stopped," He fibbed, even though the song had ended a couple seconds ago and not any later. He knew she'd point him out for it but he was already grasping at straws.
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"Hmmph"
She simply sighs as she turns on the radio, the song "oh ms believer" playing, as she sings along to it subconsciously.
Met didn’t know a whole lot of music from this pop station, so he was quiet for the rest of their ride around town.
Soon they had finished with their meal and was back in the car with their leftovers.
