A/N: One positive and optimistic of this series 8D, how sounds that, huh?
Here, have a wannabe nice creek.
Take 3 - Smile
I feel like I've smiled much more often than before me and Craig got together. I used to smile a lot before, too, I guess. But of course after I fell in love and my crush fell back, I'm much happier. Everything's seemed more colorful and it became easier to cope with any kind of problem which came along. It was suddenly easier to not bother with all those pitiful issues I had before.
The love helped me a lot. Craig did. Not only the fact, that Craig looks as he does, makes me smile. It's more like I feel I owe it to others. I feel like I should make it up to people he insults. He doesn't do it often, nor on purpose, it just happens. We go grocery shopping and he's frowning and muttering swear words and pushing through the slow crowd totally angry, complaining about their stupidity. People can hear him sometimes and give him weird, disgusted looks. He doesn't see that, he's too angry to notice. I notice it, though. Those insulted usually tend to give me worried looks, as if they cared 'bout me if Craig treat me in the same manner. I get a little, tiny bit ashamed. It's kinda awkward to deal with those, but what am I supposed to do? To look into the ground as any other time when I have to confront strangers? No. I want to show these I'm proud to walk beside Craig. I want to show them I, or anybody else, don't give a fuck about their fake, worried looks. I simply walk with my head raised and I smile. Or - I try to. It's never a bright, sincere smile which I try to form, but I do smile at them.
I give people one of those smiles when I think Craig insulted them, just to prevent them from getting angry, too, and to avoid a quarrel.
I give people one of those smiles to show them we have our own life and lifestyle and they better keep fucking out.
Yes, I smile a lot. I smile for Craig.
