He's sweet, in a really unorthodox way.
Okay, yeah, I know what you're thinking: he's only dating me because he thinks I'm hot and supposedly skilled in the ways of the tongue, but you'd be surprised to know that he hasn't asked for any of that. At least, not yet. And when he does, he'll happily receive a slap in the face and a threat to his balls.
Sure, our dates consist of Pop Tarts and a burnt out candle, but he tries. Sometimes I bring over classic VHS movies and we watch them on his thirteen inch TV. He always does that lame yawning trick to get his arm over my shoulders. I always reciprocate the action. You would think that he's all action, but he truthfully – and don't tell him I told you this! – likes to cuddle.
I'm not making this up by the way. Just because he's hornier than any fourth grader should be, doesn't mean that's his life. In fact, his life has been all about me. Believe it or not, but he's left thank-you notes in my locker and flowers on my desk. Mind you, the notes were written on tissues and the flowers were plastic with his mom's cheap perfume sprayed over them for effect, but the gesture was nice! Anyway, I'm all he thinks about. At least, I am if he isn't lying.
Come to think of it, he called me his lucky charm the other day in one of his notes. His writing is a little on the scrawly side, but I could definitely make it out. I guess it could be true, since I haven't been to any of his regularly held funerals since… actually, he hasn't died in any ridiculous freak accidents since I started seeing him!
Hmm... well then. I really am his lucky charm!
Oh, he's here! Tonight I'm treating him to a movie of his choice at the theatre. I'm hoping that he picks something G-rated so our parents don't get a surprise call. I never want to go through that again.
As I walk down the stairs, he smiles and greets me enthusiastically. When he grabs my hand, it's my turn to smile. I'll never let go if it means he'll never leave us again.
I guess... he's finally found something – or someone – to live for.
Let me explain: My lovely Daywalker friend, who got me totally addicted to South Park, requested a cute story. The outline of it was to write a fanfic where the reader doesn't know who's talking (thereby making it very open), and have it end with them holding hands and the line "something worth living for."
I agreed and wrote it.
And then she forced me to post it, so here it is. Sorry if it's terrible, but she thought it was absolutely adorable.