Plot Bunny Two: another thing that drives you crazy until you write it
"I can make a bad guy good for a weekend," Elizabeth sang a line from a song that wasn't playing. They were sitting in a skate park he knew would be empty this late at night.
"We've been dating a hell of lot longer than a weekend," Todd returned.
"Damn straight," she told him, and fell so hard against him he thought he might have a bruise later.
"We've established that you," he said brightly, "are a lightweight."
"Are you calling me a cheap date?" she asked, horrified. She was so tipsy he wasn't certain it was true horror or a mocking joke.
"That was only a half bottle of two buck chuck, so, yes," he told her.
"I love you," she told him.
"I can't wait to see what happens when you try pot," he laughed.
"Remember our deal," she told him sternly, or what she thought was sternly. He grinned at her.
"You win," he told her, "I'll put together a portfolio and apply to be a tattoo apprentice."
"The trick to being an adult is to find work you love," she confided in him, "So you can be happy. I want you to be happy."
"I love you, too," he told her and felt the painful, joyous truth of it in his chest.
"I know," she whispered loudly, "But you should still say it. I like to hear it."