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"Yes," he replied. "He's always annoyed with those stupid jeers and how he elbows me. God, I hate it."
"I want you to feel better," he said, his tone turning orderly. "I instruct you drink water."
"Yes you are," she insisted. "I've always thought you were amazing, albeit intimidating at first."
"That's nice," he said, gazing out the window. "I'd be surprised if the prick throws a real punch one day."
He kissed the top of her head. "Right. Maybe you should drink more water?"
"I'm just so relieved that I have you," she said quietly. "It's so nice."
"641 Creekwood dr. The driveway is kind of long," he said flatly.
"I'll try not to next time," he joked. "For now I'll have to say it a bit less, but the meaning is all the same."
She smiled, though it seemed melancholy. "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
He paused, before getting in and shutting the door. "Why are you helping me?"
"I love you, I love you, I love you." He grinned. "Does that help?"
"I changed everything?" she asked, her eyes wide. "Really?"
He looked at her from the corner of his eyes, and sighed, though it was not an annoyed one. " If I wanted a ride, I could have gotten one, Miss...
"Good," she replied. "I'm glad. I hope I make you happy."
He rubbed her arm, his touch gentle. "I love you," he said softly. "I know I repeat myself, but I can't help telling you."
Francis left the stadium. The cold breeze hit him, and he shuddered. Obviously he disliked himself for the things he did, and often questioned...
"Do you enjoy it?" she asked, looking up at him with bright eyes.
He grinned, relaxing with her. "Yes. It's better than good. That was perfect."
He shrugged and stepped away, only turning his head as he walked off to give Evan a sly smirk.
"You can if you want," he said. "I just know there's a bunch of things I could say about you."
