Day
1: “I’ve forgotten what it
feels like to be young”A/N: here we are at last! I’m finally starting this darn thing and it’s not on my blog’s anniversary but it is my birthday today so I hope you enjoy this drabble while I sob about how old I feel
“I’ve
forgotten what it feels like to be young,” Peter sighs happily, spreading
his arms out as thought he stands on top of the world.You’re left
speechless as you stare at your boyfriend incredulously for moment.
“Peter…” The man-child you’ve just moved in with stands before the
giant pillow fort he’s made for the two of you to sleep in while you wait for
your bed to be delivered in the morning. “You’re 24…”“Yeah,”
he drags out the word, his pitch increasing as he does so. “But I’ve never
been in a serious relationship before and it makes me feel so grown up.”“We’ve
been dating for three years and you still eat a whole box of twinkies every
day,” you deadpan.“Listen
babe,” His arms flop down to his sides. As if on cue, you blink, and
suddenly he’s talking through a mouthful of twinkie. You don’t even want to
know where he pulled that one out of. “Before you walked so gracefully
into my life—”“You
practically bulldozed me over—”“I was
just another kleptomaniac loser with stunning good looks who lived in his
mother’s basement— and I still was until yesterday.” The corner of his
mouth quirks up into a small lopsided smile. “And now…”“And
now you’re kleptomaniac ex-loser with
stunning good looks, who’s about to spend the first night in his very own
shared apartment with—” the last words of your sentence are cut off by
Peter capturing your lips in light kiss— a relaxed kiss that still holds
passion and makes you feel weightless, but leaves you breathless nonetheless.“With
the love of my life.” His eyes are locked on yours, and although this is
one of the many playful moments you share, you feel it hit somewhere deep.
“I love you.”Those are
three words you heard and said a lot over the past three years, and they never
lose meaning with every time whether they come from your mouth or his. In fact,
they seem to gain more meaning with every occasion they are uttered; through
tough times, passionate moments, or during the most mundane activities, every
iteration of those syllables is a convention of your experiences and
insurmountable feelings for each other.You can’t
keep the wide smile off your face as you say them back, “I love you
too.” Give him a quick peck on the lips before taking his hand and tugging
him. “Come on, let’s get into that fort, you magnificent architect.”
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