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Thanks to all of my reviewers, y'all rock my world….i really have been distracted with a lot of things and I started writing a Grey's Anatomy fic which I am kinda hooked on right now…but I wrote this to appease a couple people that are still out there reading this fic…song is Delicate by Damien Rice
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We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
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"Hi." He is standing right outside your door, at 5:00.
"Hey." You invite him in and walk over to your closet and search for your popcorn.
"You can make yourself comfortable, I just gotta find the popcorn before we start the movie."
"Okay, by the way, which chick flick have you decided on for tonight?"
"Ah, no chick flick today. We get to watch Charlie and the Chocolate Factory."
"Old or new."
"New, no one can resist Johnny Depp. Oh this isn't good."
"What?" You take out the empty popcorn box from the shelf.
"We are currently in the lacking of popcorn. You wanna wait here while I go out and get some?"
"Nah, I'll come with, we can take my car."
You walk towards his car, bundled up in a hoodie, still wear your pjs.
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So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've know
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
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You stand on the front of the cart as he pushes you down the isles of the supermarket.
"Here, popcorn…hmmm…butter, extra butter, kettle corn, salted, un-salted…..is there any plain popcorn?"
"Syd, plain doesn't exist in our world. I would go with the Super-Popping Butter Morsels."
"I can just feel my arteries clogging up…lets get it."
"Morsels, it doesn't sound very popcorn like. Chocolate maybe, but not popcorn."
"Oooh…chocolate….lets go get some icecream….and sprinkles."
He tosses the popcorn into the cart and walks to the freezer isle.
"Why is it so cold?"
"Cause we are walking down isle o' frozen food."
He took off his jacket and put it on your shoulders….this guy must have been born a gentleman or something. Then you see girls in the corner staring, and you could swear salivating…you turn around and he has a wife beater on. That is so weird….a priest wearing a wife beater.
"Oh, stop stop stop!"
"What?"
"There….food."
"Huh….yet again five gazillion names for chocolate."
"I vote chocolate chocolate chip and brownie chunk."
He grabs a pint. You grab another.
"You're weird."
"Not weird, just special…real friends are the ones who know you and love you anyways…hehehe…"
"Hand them over."
"What?"
"You've got to be on something."
"I'm just high on life."
"We're gonna get you home before you break something."
"I'm not gonna break anything." You almost fall off the cart.
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We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate
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A half of an hour later, you are sitting on the couch watching the movie.
"This my favorite part…my name is Augustus and I love your shokolatt."
"It's a little bit scary that you can impersonate a fat German kid."
"Meanie." You throw popcorn at him.
"I'm the meanie?"
"Yeah."
"You threw popcorn at me."
"It was fun."
"Meanie."
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TBC…