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Apollo's Cabin
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Jan 18, 2014 10:08AM
He smiled, laughing lightly. "Of course, my love," he replied, kissing her forehead.
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He rested his head on hers. "We've done nothing all day," he noted with a smile.
He nodded in agreement. "I think I'll plan something for us tomorrow. Another date if you want?" He offered, smiling.
She smiled, "I would love too. Any hints for me?"
He shrugged. "I'm not exactly sure what to plan yet," he admitted, smirking. "Do you have any preferences? Dream dates? Anything like that?"
"Anything would be fine." she said. "I just need to plan my outfit."
He sighed, thinking hard about it. "I think I've got something. Just wear anything semi-fancy. It doesn't really matter."
She nodded, "Okay, I just want to look my best."
"You always look amazing, kitty cat," he said softly, smiling at her.
"Aww, thank you." she said hugging him tightly.
He smiled, hugging her back just as tight. "No thanking me," he scolded softly.
"Come on..." she protested. "Just this once?"
He laughed. "Fine, if you want to, but you don't have to," he replied, shaking his head.
"Thank you." she said gratefully.
He sighed, but smiled at her. "Okay, you're welcome."
She smiled and cuddled close to him.
He kissed her forehead, smiling at her. "What's your favorite color?" He asked softly.
"I like blue, gold, and black. What about you?"
"Blue and green," he said, smiling. "Also purple some times."
"Another thing we have in common, we both like blue."
He nodded, smiling. "Yeah, alright, your turn to ask me a question," he said, pulling the blanket in the fort around them.
"Umm, what's your favorite type of candy?"
"Reese's cups," he replied smiling. "Or anything else chocolate. You?"
"I'm in LOVE with skittles." she replied. "Your turn."
"Uh, what do you want to be?" He asked. "Like as a job."
"Anything art related or a scientist. You?"
He shrugged. "Probably fence in the Olympics," he said. "I dunno, there isn't much else I'm good at."
"Tyler, you're good at MANY things. Whatever you do, I'll support you."
He smiled at her. "Same here, sweetie. You should try singing. You're so good at it."
She shrugged, "Maybe I'll try for American idol."((Got to go, I'll be back in about an hour.))
He nodded, smiling. "Yes, you'd win. I'm sure of it."((Kk))
"I just don't want all the paparazzi." she noted. ((Back :) ))
He laughed and nodded. "I'll fit them off for you."
He smiled, kissing her forehead. "You'll be great at it. I'm positive."
She kissed his nose, "We'll be the cutest famous couple."
She looked at him seriously, "You have to swear that'll you'll NEVER have a drinking or drug problem like my mom. Okay? I can't lose you too."
"Never," he replied, his smile disappearing immediately. "No, I'll never do that to you. I promise, Stevie."
She sighed in relief, "That means a lot. I don't want to lose everyone I know/care about. I... I would just not be able to feel anymore."
He pulled her closer, hugging her tightly. "I wouldn't do that to you. I'm not going anywhere."
She hugged him back tightly, "You better not, I'm counting on that."
He kissed her cheek. "You can trust me," he said.
He nodded, holding onto her. "Good. I'll never let anything like that happen."
He sighed, holding her close. "Darling, if I ever fail you like that, I won't be able live with myself."
"But at least you won't." she said smiling softly at him.
