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She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. "I'm so happy with you, I don't think you understand."
He smiled gently, observing her affectionately before slowly going to rest his head on her shoulder.
"You're being obnoxious, Evan," he huffed. "As per usual."
Once they pulled away, she watched him lovingly. "Jack?" she said softly, her voice low and thoughtful. "I really, really love you."
He kissed her lightly, his hand running through her hair. "I'll always love you."
"Like I said, don't worry about it," he replied, his expression cold. "You probably wouldn't understand, anyways."
"I'm just teasing you," she said, reaching up for a kiss.
"Maybe it just seemed that way," he said. "It's hard to tell with me, I guess."
"I wouldn't have done it, if you weren't being a *squee!*. I don't think they should worry, though. Some of them have a better chance of...
"I know, right? Not as great as Jackrabbit Niceness Tuck Curnow, though." She smiled brightly.
"At that point I thought of you as a friend, and I still cared about what happened to you." He crossed his arms.
"Don't worry about that, Evan. I can still make sure they get scholarship. It was just a little prank, after all."
"Careful is my middle name! Trust me!"
"Ah." He grinned. "I remember that glass that cut you. Scared the hell out of me."
Have you ever put butter on a poptart?
Francis turned to look at Evan, his eyebrow raised.
"I did it before, I can do it again!"
"I didn't make your heart happy when we first met," he said, raising an eyebrow.
(I'm not sure? They could fight in like the parking lot as everyone's leaving, or the next morning?)
"So? Neither is catching a shark with your hand."
