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Stevie's POV
Zander and I have been dating for three years and I have been living with him for about a year. I just never thought he actually liked me back. I trust him and I'm in love with him. I just don't want him to get bored, you know the same old same old.
"You okay?" he asks walking into our apartment.
"Yeah." I say unconvincingly.
"Tell me." He says taking my hands, "Please?" he asks putting on an irresistible puppy dog face. I sigh and decide to tell him.
"Are you bored?" I ask
"What are you talking about?" he asks confused
"Are you bored with me?" I ask uneasily
"Of course not!"
"Well it's just I always do the same things I don't change." I start, "You know I never sleep in I wake up early and make breakfast like every weekend I never do anything new." I say sadly.
"Stevie that's why I love you, I love our weekend rendezvous." He says smiling, but I'm still not convinced.
The next day…
"Zander?" I ask as he was home before I was on a Friday with his ukulele out.
"Yeah I have something for you sit down." He says, as I take a seat on our coach.
He takes out his ukulele and starts to sing.
Can't you see that it's just raining?
Ain't no need to go outside...
Baby, you hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song is meant to keep you
From doing what you're supposed to.
Waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining?
Ain't no need to go outside
But just maybe, laka ukulele
Mommy made a baby
Really don't mind the breakfast
'cause you're my little lady
Lady, lady, love me
'cause I love to lay here lazy
We could close the curtains
Pretend like there's no world outside
And we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining?
Ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need, mmm, mmm,
Can't you see, can't you see?
Rain all day, rain all night.
The telephone is singing
Ringing
It's too early
Don't pick it up
We don't need to we got everything
We need right here
And everything we need is enough
Just so easy
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Don't really need to pay attention to the alarm
Wake up slow, yeah, wake up slow
Baby, you hardly even notice
When I try to show you this
Song is meant to keep ya
From doing what your supposed to
Waking up too early
Maybe we can sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now
And we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that it's just raining?
Ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need
Rain all day and I really really, really don't mind
Can't you see, can't you see?
You gotta wake up slow
He finishes the song and comes to sit next to me.
"Your my little lady." He repeats, "And I wouldn't change a thing." He says leaning in and kissing me.
"How did you manage to pull this off?" I ask breaking away.
"What?" he asks
"How did you write a song in less than 24 hours?"
"Let's just say I was up all night finishing it for the women I love." He says with a smirk. I see it now on his face he's five o'clock shadow, his bloodshot eyes and his hair is disarray.
"Why do you do so much for me?" I ask
"You do too much for me." He says
"Please what do I do?" I ask
"You make me banana pancakes." He says with a smirk, "And you made me love you."