Wow so I wasn't feeling the whole writing thing tonight, oops.
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Thanks for reading and everything else you all do for me. I really appreciate it.
"What's your favorite time of day?" I ask Kendall as we're sitting on the balcony outside of our apartment.
"Oh, you know. This time of day is gorgeous," he murmurs, taking a sip of hot chocolate. "It's almost always perfect."
"Almost always perfect? Come on, Kendall. It's pretty much beautiful out. The sky is a gradient of purple, red, orange, yellow, and pink. Sometimes there's even blue, how fascinating. Why isn't it absolute perfection? The birds aren't chirping, it's beautiful out and there aren't any screaming children."
"Yet."
I look over at him and he has that awful smirk on his usually beautiful face. "What the hell do you mean by 'yet'?"
I think I'm pretty clever with the air quotes around yet, if I say so myself.
"I mean, there aren't any screaming children around just yet, Logan."
Well, that makes sense. But he's been beating around the bush with not answering the almost always perfect question.
"And before you bring it up again, babe," he glances at my hand, making me utterly confused as always.
Eer. Almost always.
"Yes?"
"It's almost always perfect, right?"
I nod for reassurance and he coughs, continuing.
"Sometimes it's not perfect, only because you aren't there to share it with me."
That fucking sap.
I feel my cheeks burn up and I smack his arm, making him return my blush. "Well, didn't you want the truth?"
"Yeah," I say, grabbing his hand and twirling his thumb in mine. "I sure did."
The sunset just got a billion times better.
Because of him.
The greatest thing that has ever happened to me, that's what.