I was bored one day, and then I started to read Alone, Together and while the planning for the sequel is still in process, I felt like making a short story which kind of details the relationship between Crash and Pasadena a few years after the story. As a quick detail, the story is told from Crash's POV. Also, I might revise this to be a bit longer in case it doesn't seem to turn out the way I had hoped for it to be. All and all, I hope you guys enjoy it.
You know, ever since we met, there's always been that special chemistry between us. Yeah, I don't know what it is exactly, but somehow I feel that it's always been there since the beginning. Sure, you did freak me out a bit at first, but over time as we got along better and we grew to understand one another when we met up again, everything just seemed to click.
Things seem more different now, especially since you've adjusted to the fact that your boyfriend fights off mutants and evil madmen bent on taking over the world from time to time. However, I guess that's just part of our relationship now. You've given up a lot just to put up with me, and I've made a couple of sacrifices as well. But, you've done so much more for me. I could never fully describe how much I appreciate every little thing you do. How much I love every little thing you do.
Despite the bullshit we go through, we still have the things that are just part of us. The late nights we spend cuddling outside in the backyard while listening to music we like, just talking about random things during commercials, and other things like walking funny side by side and playfully shoving each other. If you'd ask me what was my favorite thing to do with you, I would have to say it's waking up in the morning next to you. I understand that a couple, or a lot of people would say that, but I get it. It's the feeling of just opening my eyes just to see you snuggling close to me. Maybe it's the soft touches you make as your fingers move up and down on my chest. However, it's more than likely that I really enjoy the light kiss you make on my cheek when you're starting to wake up.
There's a lot of things I look forward to, such as the next date, the next kiss, and the next time we're alone with each other. However, no matter what it is, it's always the next morning that's my favorite. Strange as it may be, I feel that it reminds me that you're still alive, that you're still here, and that you're still with me. And believe me, I'm always so happy to see you, even if I feel like crap or I don't want to deal with anybody. And yes, we've had our fights and our arguments, but I don't think we could really be happy if we're just happy all the time.
I'll admit, we were both wrong, but I'm glad we were able to forgive one another in the end, regardless of what we were fighting over. I could never stay angry at you, and we always find ourselves back in each other's arms at the end of the day. I can't create a definition for what we have nor can I explain what it is that defines us, but I couldn't care less. It's great to have you in my life. And every day, I hope you will always be, no matter what happens. It's easy to just tell someone that you love them, and it's understandable that we mean it, but I feel it's not enough. For a million days, I could tell you the same thing, and I will mean it every time, but it's not enough for me.
I want to express that you mean so much more to me than you think, and I do so whether through words or actions. Nonetheless, no matter what I do or say, you'll know that I'll always love you. I'm looking forward to the next morning, Pas.
