Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2020 words lol

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It's been a few days. Life is good. I found a job and I gotta turn in a resume for it tomorrow and it's for being a floral designer. I'm so fucking excited.

Today is Sunday. I have to get ready to watch goofy ass little kids in a little room. It's ok though, I have a few hours.

I roll onto my back and do one of them stretches that reset everything. An arm is wrapped across my stomach and I'm dragged to the left. He looks so happy.

"Hi, you big goof."

He puts his left hand on the right side of my face. "Hello, beautiful."

The butterflies in my stomach awake. The nerves of this guy, making me flustered the first thing in the morning after 5 minutes of me being conscious. I turn onto my side and wrap my arm around him.

"You need to stop being charismatic in the morning, let me have some charamaticity instead."

"No."

So rude. He kisses my nose and rolls me back onto my back. All my hard work of shifting onto my side for nothing, it's so exhausting. He gets up and does his signature move of towering over me on his hands and knees like a dog.

"You're so adorable."

"You're more adorabler."

He smiles, "Your grammar is so bad."

"Then you should hear the people outside talking all goofy and I got dysgraphia, mister."

"I can tell."

Before I can get properly offended he kisses my nose and my forehead and like all my face, over and over. He must do this on purpose, offend me and then do things like this so my brain doesn't brain.

"I love you," he mutters by my ear before kissing the side of my neck.

"I love you more."

He kisses my nose. "That isn't possible."

My stomach is cramping like crazy, I'ma implode. "Yes it is."

He shakes his head and kisses my nose again. I roll onto my side cuz my back be hurting.

"What if..." He drags his nail up my side and leans down to my ear, dramatically pausing. "I love you more."

"Nuh uh."

He traces the creases along my back and all of me is now cramping.

"Give me your hand."

I do. He kisses the back of my hand and my palm. He then holds my hand with his left one and uses his right elbow to hold him up instead of his hand.

Ha, the great mountain of Death. Damn that sounds horrible. The great mountain of... I don't know.

He kisses my shoulder. "I love you so fucking much." He says in a voice so soft that I die.

My heart cannot take this. I turn over and give him the biggest, fattest hug.

"I love you so fucking much too."

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"I'm too tired to go."

"Then don't go."

"But I have to."

"No one is forcing you to do anything you want."

"Church is important though."

He gets off the bed and walks around to my side. He then picks me up.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Waking you up."

"How?"

He grins evil and shit. "I will throw you in the Atlantic water next to an iceberg."

"Fuck that. Put me down." He kisses my forehead and sets me back on the bed.

"Don't you love the cold?"

"I don't wanna get thrown in cold water, first thing in the morning. You're crazy."

He ruffles my hair and now I probably look even more crazy. He then sits beside me and wraps an arm around my waist so now I'm leaning on him.

"I am not crazy, love." He wraps his other arm around me and puts his nose in my hair.

This doesn't help the butterflies in my stomach. "You are crazy and so cuteeeee."

"You're cuter," he mutters against my scalp.

My fucking heart is going to have an athrimia. I gotta get to church and do my job before I die. It would be too late to tell Anne I died since church is in half an hour.

"I don't have much time."

"That is why you should not have complained about getting off the bed for 20 minutes."

"It wasn't 20 minutes."

"You're right, 23 minutes as of 7 seconds ago."

"Nuh uh."

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Everybody is here. I haven't seen this many people in a while.

"Why are there so many people?"

I walk in the little room and turn around to see my manz looking at me like, 'how the fuck would I know?'.

Maybe it's the weather? The government controls the weather and they made it nice enough for everyone to go to church.

I watch Jacob run around with the other kids. Anne eventually starts class so he comes to the room.

"Hi Jacob." I close the door. Death sits on the floor, in front of the door as usual.

"Can I have you pone?"

Not even a hello? "No."

"Why not?"

"It's dead. I left it at home." It isn't dead but I did forget it somehow. I never forget it.

"Why?"

"Because I did."

He goes around me to Death. "You have phone?"

"No?"

"Okay." He goes over to the blocks in one of the bins and knocks it over. It's so fucking loud.

"Don't make too much noise. Everyone can hear." The walls are so thin it's ridiculous.

He shrugs. "Build a house."

I walk over and sit on the floor opposite of him. We start building a house.

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"You have a baby in your stomach." He points at my stomach.

"No, I don't."

"Yea you do."

"Are you calling me fat?!" Not a 6 year old calling me fat. The betrayal.

He smiles and walks around. "Yea. You have baby there!"

"No I don't!"

"Not yet."

I roll on my side and look at Death with utter shock. "This is church, mister. You cannot say that!"

Jacob starts laughing, he was already sorta laughing before. He has no idea what he is laughing about.

I sit up. "Y'all are crazy." Damn I'm dizzy and my shoulder feels broken. I'm so out of shape that a toddler has better fighting skills than me.

He points a stuffed dog at me. "You ded."

"Again? You just killed me and then said I'm pregnant!"

He laughs more and I dramatically lay back on the carpeted floor. This is ridiculous, no matter where I am or what I do I'll keep dying.

Maybe it's just my friend wanting to see me again.

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I have the most embarrassing question ever and I'm ashamed. I gotta start the conversation with a less embarrassing question. I look next to me, my left, with my heart beating a thousand times per word.

"So... uh..." fuckin' hell "what is it like to do... it?"

He looks at me so confused. Even Pierce tilts his head to the side and his fluffy ear flops.

"What?"

"What is it like to... do it?" This was supposed to make the conversation less embarrassing for the other question but I think this is worse. I'm so dumb.

"Do what?"

"It."

He leans back on the couch and drapes his arms on the top of it and grins. "I've never fucked a clown, my dear, I can't give you an answer."

I think of another question that would have been so much better to start with but now it's too late. "Not that! The other thing."

"There's another clown? Do you like clowns?"

I turn to my right and hide my embarrassing ass face with my hands. "Noooooo."

He puts his arm around my waist and pulls me back against him. "There is a difference between just fucking someone and having sex. Which do you want to know?"

"Whichever..." This is so weird. He's acting like this isn't weird. Is it not? I guess my response wasn't good enough. "Uhhh... the one we would do if we were married."

"That is a completely different thing called making love."

"What is that like?"

"Disgusting. It is so disgusting."

"Then why do people do it?"

"It is beautiful. Being emotionally and physically vulnerable with someone is so special and shows the trust people have in each other. It also feels fantastic."

"Do you trust me?" He looks at the floor and then me.

"Yes."

That makes me so happy. "Good because I trust you too."

"I know, I'm very lucky." He kissed my forehead.

I feel so loved. The perfect time to ask my embarrassing question.

"Do you know how to floss? Like your teeth?"

He hums while watching the wall. "That's a huge topic change."

"I know." . . . "Can you teach me?"

"I'll teach you whatever you want to know."

"Even how to do a backflip?"

"Anything."

"Mass murder?"

He looks at me all goofy. "Why would you want to know that?"

"You said anything."

"If that's what you want then yes."

"Aw thank you. But can you teach me how to floss?"

He nods. "Do you have any?"

"No idea." I get up and walk to the bathroom and look through the cabinets; I go back. "Nope but it's ok because I just thought of something else I need help with." That was the weirdest conversation ever, I made it more embarrassing than it had to be.

He wraps his arms around my waist once I get close enough. "What is it?"

"I don't know how to work a resume or how getting a job works."

He runs a hand through my hair. "Then how did you get your last job?"

"I went on Craigslist and said I wanted to work at the place and showed Sarah the things I made and she said ok."

"Very unprofessional."

"Who cares? Now can you help me figure out how to do a resume and stuff?"

"Alright."

I grab my computer and flop onto the couch between him and Pierce.

He shows me how to do things.

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It's now night. Well like 10 pm... which is actually night. Shut up dummy.

I roll over and grab Pikachu. I love him so much, he's so cute and squishy.

An arm is wrapped around my stomach and a hand is tucked under the side I'm lying on. I'm rolled back over.

"Well, hello then."

He smiles so sweetly it kills me inside. "You left me."

The fuck? I poke his arm. "I literally turned over to get Pikachu. I didn't leave you, sir."

He nods. "Might as well have run away."

"Your brain is broken. You're crazy."

He drags his hand from the top of my thigh up to my scrunched up shirt and back down over and over. He kisses my nose. "I have a wonderful idea to keep you in this relationship."

I wrap my arm that isn't holding Pikachu around his shoulders. "What is it?"

He drags his hand away from me. "We," he points between me and him while looking at Pierce for a second, "go on a date tomorrow."

Pierce huffs.

My brain stops working. "Really? A date? Oh my goodness! I've never been on a date before!" I'm so excited that my hands are twitching.

He grabs my hands and holds them with his. He looks so happy, he rarely looks this happy. "It's the least I could do and I have owed you one for a while. What do you say?"

"Of course." I'm gonna pass out. I'm a fangirling teenager again. "What is gonna happen?"

"I'm not telling you. It's a surprise."

"But I need to know." The thought is giving me anxiety. My emotions are so bipolar.

"No you don't."

"But-"

"Just trust me."

"Okay..."

He runs his hands through my hair. "I promise you will be safe, I won't leave you."

I hold up my pinky. He crossed his white mine while keeping his other hand in the air to prove he isn't crossing his fingers.

Now I'm excited again. "You never said I couldn't guess."

He sighs.

I stay up for another hour guessing things that could happen or places we could go.

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*There is a nice fat couch in the front room with Death sitting on it and Irina also sitting on it but leaning against him and little Sullivan sitting on her stomach with her hands holding him up. She looks up at Death, upside down. *

"He isn't very good at sitting up."

*Death pushes her bangs out of the way.* "He is 3 and a half weeks old. He isn't going to sit by himself for a while."

"How long till he can?"

"About 3 more months."

*She repositions Sullivan to lay down on his stomach and whispers, * "oh. *She boops him on the nose with her finger and he giggles* "My little rainbow baby. I love you so much."

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