I'm like, the shittiest writer ever (if I can even call myself that, lol). I know. But hey, that means three updates at a time.
Word Prompt: Band
Sing
For B's birthday in September, I bought her concert tickets in Seattle to her favorite band. Man, she was so excited about it and I had the best night I've ever had in my entire life, she was thanking me so good.
A wet Saturday afternoon mid-November we drive out to the city, windows cracked open and hands resting on my thigh. She's wearing my hoodie and her dad's Seahawks snapback backwards and there's no other words than adorable for her. Her grin is so wide it stretches from ear to ear and she's loudly singing along with the radio and laughing the whole time. Several times she leans over the stick to hug or kiss me and I'm honestly enjoying myself just as much as she is.
And all I can think of, between hugs and kisses and sneaked smiles and music is that I really, truly and honestly love this girl.
…
I'm standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder as we are waiting to get out of the stadium. She's still sporting that grin, but her voice is missing from all the screaming and singing she's been doing for the last two and a half hours. I've been grinning just as hard, not so much from the music, but from watching her.
Bella grabs me by the back of my neck and pushes my head down to her level.
"Thank you," she whispers in my ear. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
I'm not sure how to respond.
Anything for you?
It was my pleasure?
No problem?
I love you and I feel like I could fucking die for you?
I kiss her instead.