Hey. So everyday for a year I am going to write something Shikatema. None (or some) will be connected to the other. They're gonna vary in rating and in length which is why I automatically put this as M rated so yeah. Also a good way to hone my writing skills (or lack thereof) See ya tomorrow.

And Happiness

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"I find happiness in. . . my brothers."

"I find happiness in the clouds."

"You would, you dork."

In a dark living room, on a raggedy couch with only the light of a muted television they sat together. She was sitting up, back resting against the lumpy cushions and her elbow on the arm of the furniture. She had her head rested on one hand while the other was occupied with rubbing his arm.

He was laying down, head in her lap and arm across his chest. His legs dangled off the other end of the couch, proving him right in the argument when they first got it that is was indeed too small. 'It's your fault for being so damn tall' she told him.

"Okay. I find happiness in flowers."

"That makes sense. Sounds weird for you but makes sense."

"I live in a desert. Flowers are few and far between, you know."

"Yeah yeah. I find happiness in sleeping."

Green eyes rolled to the back of her head. She wasn't annoyed though. He knew it. Her smirk gave her away. They had made a game of this. To pass the time. They would sit together and say what made them happy. It became a ritual of sorts for the both of them.

"I find happiness in the smell of smoke."

"Why smoke?"

"Because you smell like smoke. It's those damn cigarettes. But it wouldn't be you if you didn't smell like them I guess."

"You're troublesome."

"And you smell. Your turn. Go."

He sighed, "I guess I find happiness in that gross vanilla perfume you wear."

"It's not gross!"

"It is so. But you're the one who wears it so I guess I can make an exception."

They had plenty of intimate moments together. Never in public. No. She was too proud to let others see her walls down and public displays of affection were too much of a 'drag'. But that did not make their intimacy when they were alone any less than what it has been in the past.

"I find happiness with you."

He could feel his face heat up and he knew how red he was getting. He was used to it though. They always ended it like this.

"I find happiness with you, too."

It was their own little way of saying 'I love you'.