The rain is falling on my window pane
But we are hiding in a safer place
Under covers staying dry and warm
You give me feelings that I adore

-Colbie Caillat, bubbly

Part Two

Married Life

xoxoxo

Aniverserary

Tim: I'm taking Stalin on a walk. Out and about I see Jaques Lefluer and smile at him. Lately, well for the past five months, I've been seeing a lot of him as we both seem to go on long walks at night. "Hey..." I call out, and the older man makes his way beside me. He reminds me of the coach, but all old men that are nice and judgmental do nowadays.

He nods at me as he falls into place beside me, he says in his very french, very Canadian accent, "How is the wife?"

I shrug, Julie's doing fine. I love her, but she's been quite irrational lately. And she won't make me a caserole. "She's ok." Though, I'm not. I'm suffering from caserole withdrawl. "How's Nina?" I ask him, Nina's his third wife.

"Nina's good, eh. But she won't come to the gardens for the award." Honestly, I have no idea what the gardens are, but he always talks about it as I know, and maybe I should. Then he asks, "You should come and bring Blondie. On the twentieth." Blondie is Julie, she detests this nickname almost as much as she hates some of the nicknames other players call her.

"I'd love too." I say earnestly, and surprisingly honestly. "What's the address?"

Jaques just laughed and walked away. I guess I'm suppoused to know. Eventually I get back to the apartment and find Julie, who (to my relief) is making a caserole. Lasanga. I pull her into a kiss and she laughs and smiles and says, "You're giving Stalin a bath tommorow..."

I roll my eyes, and sit at the table ready to talk, "Have you heard of any special gardens around here?"

She shrugged, "Um... no... wait..." she smiled, "Are you planning something romantic?"

I laugh, "Why would I do that?"

"Don't play dumb." she put some sauce my mouth. Shit our aniverserary is on Thursday. She leans over and puts some sauce in my mouth, "Too meaty?"

I laugh, like there's such a thing as too meaty.

Julie: After slaving over the stove for a couple hours, the lasanga is in the oven and I stretch out on the couch. "So big game tommorow, huh?" I rest my head in his lap, the television on The National and his eyes closed.

"Yeah..." he agrees, both of us are exhausted. I'm graduating in four weeks and six days. Exams and all that other stupid stuff. He holds my hand and suddenly I feel liberated and I use my free hand to pull at his hair, and his eyes open and I feel the need to say something I've been dying to say for weeks.

"Wanna talk?" he asks, uninterested. He's exhausted. Maybe nows not the time. I mean, he does have some sort of romantic garden extravaganza in the works. Maybe I should tell him then.

"No I wanna have sex," really, it wasn't on my mind... but it was as good of an excuse for pulling his hair as I had, and I'm always hungry for some action.

"Good, me too."

Tim: Billy calls me up and tells me that, "You need to come down here." and I, of course, asked why. And when I'm told I feel the need to punch something. At first I think he has to be lying because there's no fucking way that there could have been a car crash, and even if there was there's no fucking way that two of the three Taylor's could be gone.

I eventually put down the phone and call Julie up from the spare bedroom which she has claimed as hers to study in. "What do you want?" she asks harshly, "I have two final exams to write tommorow..." she's cross.

She sits in the chair across from mine and I break the news to her, but she moves onto me crying. We stay like this for a long time, "What's going to happen to Gracie?"

Author's Note:

Stalin is the dog, by the way. Adele requested the name.