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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 15, 2013 16:52:39 GMT -8
He should have known that there was close to zero chance that he would fall asleep as soon as he came home.
Colin had thought that he'd check Tumblr for five minutes before passing right out. Five minutes became ten. Ten minutes became twenty. Then someone had committed the heinous crime of being wrong on the Internet, and soon he was writing paragraph-length posts about why they were bad and why they should feel bad. One hour on his computer and he was nowhere near falling asleep, the combination of adrenaline and tiredness leading to a wandering mind. Curled under his blankets wearing a pair of boxers and a shirt that Julie had bought him, Colin couldn't help but find his thoughts drifting off to the events of the day.
"Two years," he muttered underneath his breath, lips curling up into a small smile. He'd asked her out the day that they'd gone on a date to Disneyland, and he'd been ridiculously happy when she'd said yes: it had taken him all the courage that he had, and he was constantly reminded of why it had been one of his best decisions. It didn't help that a silly love quote had appeared on his dashboard, which he had actually reblogged-- thank goodness Julie had given up on checking his blog since the first time she'd tried to sign up for Tumblr, or he would never have been able to live it down.
If there is such a thing as marriage, it takes place long before the ceremony: in a car on the way to the airport; or as a gray bedroom fills with dawn, one lover watching the other; or as two strangers stand together in the rain with no bus in sight, arms weighed down with shopping bags. You don’t know then. But later you realize — that was the moment.
And always without words.
If anyone could read his thoughts at the moment, they would probably wonder if they'd come out of some sort of bad young adult supernatural-horror story, though probably not Twilight. (Nothing was as bad as Twilight.) The blonde felt his face flush as he buried himself further under the blankets, hoping that Julie wouldn't choose that moment to leave the shower and come in. He was gone. He was so far gone. It was actually kind of ridiculous, how head over heels he was. He was only twenty-one, for one, and he was too young for this, too young to be thinking these thoughts. But was it bad that he could envision himself staying with Julie like this for the long term? For ever?
He had no idea how he'd managed to get this lucky, to tell the truth, to find someone that he thought he might be able to spend the rest of his life with at this age. It was nice to have found her so young: it meant that they had longer to spend with each other.
The creaking of the door jolted him out of his train of thought. Colin peeked up from under the blanket to notice Julie coming in from the shower, dressed in a tank top and sweatpants. Still gorgeous. He darted under the sheets again. The blanket was symbolic; help him, he was currently buried under a sea of intense feelings. But the tiredness meant that he wasn't quite thinking straight, which was why he managed to muse out loud:
"I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life like this. With you."
Wait. What.
The flush on Colin's cheeks morphed into a bright, raging shade of crimson, one that would have put Superman's underwear to shame. He covered his mouth with his hands-- okay, he'd said it. He'd said it. His secret was out.
Time to run away, change his name, and erase his identity.
Immediately, Colin opened up a new tab, and started Googling the next cheap flights to Timbuktu.
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6th May 2012, 11:00 p.m.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 15, 2013 18:15:00 GMT -8
Admittedly, Julie wasn't hit by quite the same, uh, "sea of intense feelings" that Colin was currently drowning in. To be fair though, she had felt a wave of the stupid, lovey-dovey feelings people sang songs and wrote books about earlier that day. But at the moment the only thing she could think about was falling into bed and passing out for a few hours. Disney Land was fun, sure, but boy did it take the energy out of you. She yawned as she reentered their bedroom, before pausing at the doorway at the sight of Colin burying himself in the sheets.
A bemused smile found it's way to her lips, as she continued on her way to her side of the bed, asking, in a teasing tone, "What are you-"
Wait. What.
"W-Wait, what-"
She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide and face slowly turning as bright red as Colin's. W-Where in the world had this come from? Sure, she had been hit by the warm and fuzzies while they were at Disney Land as well, but- okay, this had to be his tired brain talking here. Despite having dated for almost 2 years now, they had never really had a conversation about their future before. It had always felt like it was something that they didn't have to say out loud- that it was a given. So she could attribute this to him being exhausted, right?
With a plop, she sat down on the bed next to him, expression more confused than anything. "Are you- saying-" She stopped, her face flushing red again as she tried to wrap her mind around just what Colin had said. The rest of his life- H-He wasn't talking about- getting married, was he? No, okay, calm down Julie. Don't jump to conclusions just yet. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "I, uh, wouldn't mind either." She wrinkled her nose at her words; they sounded so flat, like she was reading lines from a script.
But she didn't really know what to say, not really- he had flung this at her out of left field, she hadn't seen it coming at all. It took her completely by surprise, and she wasn't entirely sure if she knew the right things to say- not that she necessarily always did, but most of the time she could at least fake it. But right now? With Colin? She was lost without a map. Their relationship was the longest she had ever had with anyone, not counting her parents, though she didn't really count them anyway. Two years though- two years, and she knew she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, too.
She just didn't know how to say it.
The lifelong struggle of never quite being able to put her emotions into words- she was trying though, and getting a little better everyday. When it came to Colin though, she didn't really have to try- it was just so natural, to tease and insult, then turn around and cuddle and kiss him. It wasn't hard to say she loved him- but to tell him just to what extent she did? No thank you, she'd die of embarrassment.
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 16, 2013 1:13:43 GMT -8
It was partly him being exhausted, yes. The more tired he was the more incoherent he had a tendency to get, if his nightblogging and popular text posts were any sort of indication. But the truth was this thought had lingered for a while, cropping up from time to time: he was in this for the long haul, if the moving in together was any indication. While a part of him had always known, late at night, when he was aimlessly surfing the net in lieu of having anything better to do, he couldn't help but wonder if there was some sort of way to confirm it as truth.
And as Julie flopped down onto the edge of the bed, just as red as he was, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd spoken too soon. Maybe it had been some sort of mistake to initiate this conversation. However, now he had begun, there was no more turning back. Perhaps he wouldn't have to fly to Timbuktu, or at least, not just yet. Closing the tab with the flights in hopes that she hadn't noticed it, Colin turned to face her as she sputtered out a half-hearted agreement. Years ago he might have taken it as a sign that she wasn't as interested as he was. But now he knew that it was because, like him, she was emotionally constipated, for lack of a better term. One would have thought it impossible for him to go even more red than he already was, but right now his cheeks were practically burning.
"As in. Err." He paused. This was it, this was the moment. "As in do you... Would you..." His breath hitched in his throat, and he took a moment to pause. Time to see whether she could envision a future with him the way he had with her. All he could hope for was that his instincts had been right, and it hadn't always just been wishful thinking. It was embarrassing and idealistic to think that your first relationship would definitely be your last: but at the rate things were going, he sincerely hoped that it was. Nobody made him smile the way she did. And so he continued, eyes not quite meeting hers.
"Would you marry me?"
Shit, okay. He'd said it he'd said it. He'd asked the question. People had called him crazy for acting so quickly, for committing too soon in this relationship, but it had just felt right. But she'd said that she could stay like this with him forever, hadn't she? She wasn't going to say no to this statement. Unless of course-- oh hell no.
"T- this isn't a proposal. This doesn't count. I was just... Testing the waters. Yeah," he sputtered out, all too quickly. Now he was able to meet her gaze, and he continued. "I swear-- when I propose to you-- I'm going to be a lot more coherent, okay? It'll be way better. I-- I just-- I just--"
If he had previously been the colour of Superman's underwear, he was now the shade of freshly-erupted volcano lava.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 16, 2013 6:24:54 GMT -8
As Colin looked up from his laptop to meet her eyes, Julie half-wondered who's face was redder, her's or his. She supposed the smart money would be on Colin, since he just flushed another shade of red as he tried to ask her a question- oh shit. Wait a minute. Question. Did that mean he was really- asking her to- Okay, well, Julie was giving Colin a run for his money, as she blushed even harder. Covering her burning cheeks with her hands in an attempt to cool them off, she kept her eyes on him as he finally managed to ask the big question.
And so Julie proceeded to showcase just how coherent she could be. She swallowed down the lump in her throat, opened her mouth to say something, but when nothing came out she quickly closed it again. In hindsight, she really should have seen this coming. Of course they were going to have to have this talk eventually, you couldn't just sit around and then wake up one day married- okay, no, to be fair there was always the possibility of getting so drunk you go to Vegas and get married in a drive-thru, and then wake up the next morning married.
Finally, she managed to stutter out a reply, though it was more of a ramble than it was a reply. "W-Well, I mean, obviously, we really shouldn't get married r-right now- Umm, we should really wait until we've graduated, and, y'know, we can actually afford a-a ceremony, and everything, but-" Once she realized what she was doing, however, she quickly stopped talking. Way to go, Julie, props to you. She placed her hands in her lap and took a deep breath, before finally meeting Colin's eyes. Yes, this was who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Even if she had to put up with all his books and conspiracies and cereal- there was no one else she loved more.
"Y-Yes- I'll marry you."
Oh god she said it she agreed to marry him what was she doing oh nooo, now there was literally no chance of escape, she was doomed to have her fate tied with his for the rest of eternity. She flopped over on the bed, hiding her face in the sheets like Colin had done just moments before. Maybe she'd wake up soon and this would all be a dream-
She peeked back up at him when he continued talking, and she managed a laugh. "I would hope so, this was a pretty shitty proposal!" She teased, though the grin on her face said otherwise. She was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, not to mention her heart was threatening to beat itself out of her chest. She buried her face back in the sheets again, but not before mumbling, "I expect fireworks and parades when you ask me for real." (Not really, of course, but a few fireworks wouldn't hurt.)
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 16, 2013 9:12:22 GMT -8
"Yeah. No. This wasn't a proposal. Forget that." Colin practically planted his face into his pillow for a minute, trying to hide the fact that it was completely crimson. Suave, Colin, suave. Resurfacing for some air and to answer her earlier statement, the blonde nodded hastily. "I'm not going to marry you until after college. Way, way after college." And considering he was applying to do a PHD which would take at least six years, chances are were that it would take a while for them to finally tie the knot. Not that he minded though-- and this thought was even more embarrassing than most-- because some days he couldn't help but feel like they were married already, in a sense.
Sure, they didn't have the same responsibilities and commitments that a marriage would entail, but they were practically joined at the hip as it was. Yet her agreement to marry him at some stage did admittedly bring a small smile to his face. He was such a romantic sometimes, probably a result of having read too many books and watched too many movies in which there were happy endings. More often than not he couldn't help but wonder why he was such an embarrassment to himself. But now he had begun the long train of stupid thoughts and ridiculous statements, it wouldn't hurt to dig his own hole a little deeper would it? Which was why the next words to escape his lips were:
"So- so- would you want kids?"
Oh god. Oh god. What the hell was he even saying any more? Colin gulped. He- oh god what was this even. This was it. If she didn't immediately storm out of the room and declare their relationship over, he definitely did something right in a past life. If past lives even existed, anyway. But the truth was that he'd thought about this before, and was pretty certain that yes, he would want children some day. Even if not biological, since he was 1. not willing to get pregnant and 2. science hadn't extended that far just yet, but that was secondary. He'd given this a lot more thought than the typical college kid would have, and it was all because he was an A+ world class idiot.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 16, 2013 10:26:46 GMT -8
There was an explosion of butterflies in the pit of her stomach, and all she could do was grin as she replied, "Okay, good." Yeah, she was a total sucker. Whatever he did to make her fall for him, it worked. Although, truth be truth, she knew just how many saw the two of them and couldn't imagine how they were together. Between all the bickering they did and how different they seemed on the surface, it was easy to see why they'd think that- but the truth was she couldn't see herself with anyone else except Colin. Except maybe RDJ, but that's unrelated.
But then he asked that.
"W-What?"
She sat bolt upright, face flushed crimson and eyes wide as saucers as she stared at him, like he had just asked her if she wanted to cut off her own arm instead of that. Why was he- What in the world---
Where the fuck had that come from, anyway?
One minute they were talking about getting married, the next- kids? She supposed it was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask, though, especially since they were talking about their future together. It just caught her completely off guard. She was at a loss of what to say though- it wasn't that she had never thought about it before, she had! It just- it wasn't exactly something she- fuck.
"I-I'm sorry, you just, umm-" She fought to find the right words, but her tongue was tied and her mind was racing. She couldn't deny that she wasn't panicking a little, but there was really nothing to panic over- it was just a simple question. But still, it was enough to make Julie, who could usually laugh this sort of thing off, blush and stutter like she was in grade school again. Not that she ever really blushed or stuttered in grade school, but that was besides the point. "You- I just- " She stopped, and tried to calm herself down. Breathe!
Once she finally had a few coherent sentences strung together, she met Colin's eyes again, bottom lip between her teeth. It was okay- she could tell Colin. She knew she could. "It's not that... I don't want kids. I-I just don't think I'd be a very good mom." There. She had said it. Julie moved across the bed so that her back was against the pillow, her knees drawn up and her hands resting on the top of them, unsure of how to continue her thoughts. Slowly, she murmured, softly, "You know how they say kids turn into the parents they had? I don't... I don't want that."
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 16, 2013 17:34:39 GMT -8
From the looks of it, her response didn't seem to be positive.
Her wide eyes and flushed face were not a sign of a happy surprise. In fact, it looked as though she was absolutely horrified, struggling to find the words as she attempted to force a reply. "Y- you don't have to answer this," he hastily added, though the damage had been done. He'd asked the question. Now all he could do was wait for some sort of response. Realistically speaking, this was hardly a deal-breaker-- she wasn't going to dump him over disagreements about kids, was she-- but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a lurching feeling in his chest. Had he spoken too soon? Their eyes met, and he noted her biting her lip, the look of fear in her eyes, and he braced himself, expecting the worst.
"Ah."
That... Come to think of it, he should have guessed that it was what she was going to say. In his experiences with Julie she'd never shown a particular distaste towards children, or anything of the like: in fact, his youngest sister adored her, though Sarah was hardly a child herself, being fourteen years old. Nevertheless there was undeniably a caring instinct and a loving side to Julie. (He, after all, would know best.) If she wished to be, he was confident that she'd be an amazing mother, much less likely to forget that she had somewhere to send her child or that the baby needed feeding than he was, at least.
But there was no use trying to protest. He knew where her fears arose from, and to insist that there was nothing to worry about would be to invalidate her fears. And he knew too well what it was like to be the receiving end of that. So he continued to let her talk, placed a hand on her shoulder as she curled up against the bed. When she was done, he inched himself closer to her, reaching over to give her hand a tight squeeze.
"Hey. It's okay," he said, squeezing her hand tighter for a second. "It's okay." It was an understandable fear, given her childhood. Heck, he wasn't sure that he'd be the best of fathers himself, given how single-minded he could be to the extent that he forgot everything else around him.
"But that's not necessarily true."
He smiled a small smile, hoping that he would be reassuring if not anything else. Playing with her fingers, he continued to speak. "The fact that you know what your parents did wrong means that you probably won't repeat their mistakes. As long as you're conscious of them and keep them in mind, you'll be fine."
"I don't think I'm going to be turning into my dad any time soon. Can you imagine?" If anything, he was going to be like the father of the heroine of The 5th Wave, who was facing the apocalypse but ended up hoarding books. Neither was he going to turn into his mother, who was a total badass but rather terrifying. Despite what he liked to claim, he knew that he was about as scary as a baby Pomeranian.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 18, 2013 19:38:17 GMT -8
Was it dumb that she really was worried about this?
Julie had thought about the possibility of having kids someday, but had decided she wasn't cut out for it. Having kids was a serious decision, and she had felt like she would never be able to handle the responsibility. Not to mention her fear of turning into a parent like her mom or dad- she would never want any kid to experience the same childhood she had. And for her to be the source, the root cause for that? It was enough to make her sick to her stomach.
But that had changed after she met and started dating Colin. Her fears still lived on, but over the course of the last 2 years she had come to reconsider what she previously thought. It didn't help that visiting his family for Christmas every year had opened her up to the idea. It was embarrassing to admit, but... she really wouldn't mind having a family with him. She was still worried though, of course- the thought of fucking up like her parents had was an awful one, which was why all her fears were spilling out now as she talked to Colin.
She moved in closer to him as he inched towards her, taking her hand in his as he reassured her that it was okay. She sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, her face not quite as red and her heart not beating quite as fast as he squeezed her hand tighter. And it was okay, of course it was okay, she was overreacting. She glanced up from her knees and met his eyes as he continued speaking. And he had a point. She wasn't her parents, she wouldn't repeat their mistakes.
With a small smile of her own, she leaned into him, resting her forehead against his shoulder. She closed her eyes as she mumbled, softly, "I guess." She let the quiet stretch out for one minute, then two, before finally speaking up again, "I just... don't want to be a bad mom." She sat back up again enough to meet his eyes, a sheepish grin on her face, like she knew just how silly she sounded. But family was always going to be a topic near and dear to her. Could you blame her?
For a while Julie didn't say anything, just bit her lip and laced her fingers with Colin's, thinking. She still had her concerns, but they were far smaller now. They were still young, and it was going to be many years before they finally said their vows. (It went without saying that Colin was taking her last name. Really, Julie Cox? Not happening, not in a million years.) Still, there was still plenty of growing up to do before then, and... she was sure that they'd both be ready when the time came. She sighed lightly, before a wry grin lit up her face. "So, like, do you want to have a million kids then?" She asked in a teasing tone, like this was any other conversation they had had a million times before. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 19, 2013 5:08:32 GMT -8
But it wasn't dumb, not at all. Her childhood had made an impact on her thoughts, just as his upbringing and experiences had shed their light on his. There was a reason he was constantly on guard, after all, a reason that he was guarded, closed off, unwilling to trust. But one thing that he had which not many could profess to was a good family, a strong unit who looked out for each other and watched one another's backs. Julie had been a recipient of their care and affection whenever she visited, and even when she was away with Colin at college: since the first Christmas they'd been together when his parents had learned she had nowhere to go back to, they had done everything they could to make her feel like she was part of the family.
At first he had been fearful. What if it didn't work out? What if his parents were investing too much hope into this relationship of his? But his mother seemed to see something in the relationship that he hadn't been able to back at the beginning, and now they were dating for three years and still going strong. His grip was firm and his gaze was steady as her eyes met his, and he could only hope that he was reassuring, that she could see that he was thinking It's okay, it's okay.
"If you're conscious of it right now, you won't repeat the same mistake later." He'd said it once, but he could say it again, right-- there was no way that she was going to be a bad mother, not if she was so fearful of it and aware of it right now. "Besides, no parent is perfect. Even the best of parents have made mistakes." Take his own father for example: Colin had disliked him for years and years, only to appreciate him much later on in his life. But there was no arguing that his dad had been obtuse, insensitive even, had pushed him too hard and relied too far on putting his children down to bring them up. He in turn would not do the same, but he expected to mess up too, in his own way. You couldn't expect to have flawless parents. Nobody could. Upon her mentioning his wanting to have a million kids though, he flushed a little.
"N- not a million. No." Not too many children. He'd been the middle child of five, and growing up in that household had been... Interesting, though it was arguable that his parents should probably not have had as many children as they had, especially since they had such little time for all of them. Ivan was practically his parent, in many ways, his actual mother and father figures that genuinely cared for him, yes, but only on the weekends. Not that he didn't adore all his siblings though: he really loved all of them. "But definitely more than one..."
"Twoorthreemaybe," he muttered in a low voice, averting her gaze Oh god this was embarrassing. He really had given this too much thought. But while he was at it he was going to continue making an idiot out of himself. He'd already dug his own grave, might as well go a little deeper. "I don't even know-- I don't even know how we're going to have kids, science hasn't gone that far, adoption maybe? I don't know, it would be nice to have biological children, it's just that I don't know what I'd do and I don't know--"
With that, he let go of one of Julie's hands, grabbing a pillow and smothering him face in it. He needed to learn when to shut up.
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 20, 2013 9:13:37 GMT -8
"True." She nudged her shoulder against his, before leaning into him, a small smile on her lips. That warm, fuzzy feeling from before was exploding in her chest again- the one that she was never going to tell him about ever. For one thing, he should really already know how she felt without her having to put it into words. And for another, he'd probably tease her about it forever and she'd eventually die of embarassment. The plus side of that though was that she'd totally haunt him and give him grief for the rest of his life.
She couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow, however, at his reply to her question. "Two or three? What happened to wanting thirty-three kids? And speaking of which-" She poked him in the side, as if for emphasis. "Have you talked about this with your other five wives? Because if I remember correctly, Elizabeth won't be too happy about this." There was a grin on her face a mile wide as she teased him, and all the worried thoughts from before seemed to vanish. Okay, so maybe marrying him wouldn't be so bad after all. If not, she'd make him miserable-
Wait, she already did.
Woops.
Oh, and there was that, uh, little problem. Adoption would probably be the way to go for them, but if Colin wanted biological kids- well he did have an older broth- nope nope nope she couldn't finish that thought, thinking about that would kill her right then and there. Not to mention getting pregnant really didn't seem all that appealing. From everything she knew about it, she'd really rather not. Then again, did they really have to worry about this now? It wasn't like they were going to get hitched tomorrow and needed to decide right this instant. This was just Colin being dumb again.
And she knew exactly how to handle Colin being dumb.
So she scooted closer to him and cheerfully plopped herself in his lap. "Obviously we get them from the cabbage patch like everyone else, duh." She pulled the pillow away from his face enough to poke him in the cheek, a beaming grin on her face as she continued, asking in a lilting tone, "Do you think the stork takes requests? 'Cause if it does I want a, like, 6 foot tall baby." |
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 20, 2013 16:31:01 GMT -8
Colin merely let out a grumble as Julie wormed her way into his lap, pulling the pillow away from his face. It wasn't his fault if he was embarrassed by the thought of reproduction and starting a family together. He wasn't good at talking about his feelings, let alone plans for the future that involved long-term commitment and admission that he actually... Really, really cared for her okay? Because logically he knew this was moving too quickly, this was going too fast, that they were still too young to be talking about setting a family up and yet he had given this a ridiculous amount of thought. Julie's voice was enough to snap him out of his thoughts, though, and his eyes met hers as she mentioned the cabbage patch.
"Oh god why."
But he felt the tension building up in his chest slowly dissipate, fading out of him as she continued to speak. And he was smiling now, beaming even, relieved that the awkward moment was over and that she was actually willing to discuss this with him. He wasn't exactly comfortable with his body image-- more so than he had been years ago, thank goodness, but he still wasn't completely okay with bringing anything remotely related up, unless it was just in a throwaway comment. This was why he spent hours on the Internet yelling at people who were wrong: he was too emotionally constipated in real life to actually do that. Julie's sense of humour had always been useful for pulling his head out of his ass though, and this time was no exception. Colin snorted at the mention of children who were six feet tall, enough to compensate for the two of them.
"Add 'must grow up to be either a supermodel or basketball player' to the request. This feels a bit like we're ordering children from a menu, or something. Only," he quickly added, "Only we aren't eating them. Still, tall is definitely a requirement. Who's going to climb the stepladders and get the salt for us when we're old and wrinkly?" Up until the past three years or so, he wouldn't even have entertained the thought: he'd concentrated so much on wishing he was dead that he hadn't thought about what it would be like to live. But live he had, and now he was starting to think about a future and a career and all manner of other things he'd never felt like he deserved.
One day, they were going to grow old together, and he knew it.
Colin rested his head on top of hers, fingers lacing into her hair. "My thirty-three children and five wives don't need to know if I marry you," he muttered, leaning in so he was speaking into her ear. "Besides, what can they do about it? You'd be my favourite."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 22, 2013 19:59:59 GMT -8
"Why not both? A 6 foot basketball player and a 6 foot tall supermodel, and they can make fun of their short ass parents forever." Personally, she loved the idea- she could practically see the family photos now. The two of them getting dwarfed next to kids so tall they didn't fit in the picture. She shot him a frown at the mention of ordering children off a menu, though. "Hey, don't knock it till you try it."
What? She was always telling him to try new things!
Cannibalism aside, she was enjoying this quite a bit. If Julie had been a cat, she'd probably be purring right about now. Yes, she was picky about who touched her hair. No, she wasn't going to bite Colin's head off. She was too busy trying to think of a roundabout way to get him to keep his fingers in her hair. He was saying something about his imaginary five wives, though, which of course meant Julie had to comment on it.
"Yeah, that's all good and well for you, but what about me?" She sat back so she could look him in the eye, a single brow raised as she continued, "They'll get jealous and kill me, and then what?" Hypothetically speaking, she'd totally bet all her money on poison in her coffee. In the morning she'd never even question what that funny taste was, and next thing you know BOOM she'd be dead on the floor. No one would even realize she was dead for hours, because they'd just assume she passed out there from lack of sleep and leave her alone.
It was only the best way to go.
Despite the fact that she had 5 angry fake wives after her head, Julie quite happily wriggled herself closer to him. She kind of didn't really want to move at all at the moment; this was nice and comfortable, and she couldn't stop thinking about everything they had talked about. Where before all she could think about was sleep, now her mind was racing with thoughts about their future together and- wow, this was dumb. She murmured softly, just loud enough for him to hear, "I don't want to go to sleep now, thanks a lot jerk." |
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 22, 2013 21:31:01 GMT -8
"Ordering children from the cabbage patch, and then eating them. Is that what you mean when you tell me I should be living a little? I don't know about you, but I don't know whether I'd be able to stomach too much dead baby in one go." Despite the decidedly morbid subject matter, Colin smiled, continuing to toy with his girlfriend's hair. He picked up a lock by her chin and began to braid it, gaze not leaving hers as he continued to speak. "So we'll screen all our future kids' genetics, and if they aren't up to standard in terms of height then they're gone. Basketball training is a plus. As for my other wives?"
Colin tucked the lock of hair behind her ear, taking the opportunity to caress her cheek with the base of his palm.
"I don't know. If they poison you I've got another five to tide me by. No big loss, I say," he began. She was kind of cute when she pretended to sulk, he couldn't help but muse. Okay, no. She was kind of cute all the time, but he wasn't about to admit that out loud to anyone. The banter and bickering was a large part of their relationship, after all. They teased and argued and pretended they couldn't stand each other, but truth be told she was probably the person he cared for most in the world. She'd managed to break his barriers down and worm her way into his heart. He wasn't letting that go, no matter how many fictional wives with jealousy complexes he made up. Then again, the thought of losing Julie seemed a tad too grim for him to continue talking about, so he added, "If it helps, I don't think any of those wives would compare to you. It definitely helps that you actually exist. It also probably helps that I actually do love you."
It probably said a lot about them, the fact that this was how they communicated affection. But it was to be expected when you put two equally emotionally stunted people in a relationship with each other-- love would be shown by actions rather than words. He pressed himself closer to her, chuckling as she mentioned that she didn't want to go to sleep; he suddenly didn't feel all that tired any more. Though there was a very important point that he needed to make, and he did so with a completely straight face, looking Julie in the eye.
"It's not my fault I keep you up all night, you know."
Most people who knew him wouldn't ever have imagined that he'd make a statement like that. Were they sorely mistaken; he had a mind just as dirty as anyone else's, if not worse no thanks to the Internet and the copious amounts of time he spent on a certain blogging website. But she was right, in that sense. If she didn't want to sleep and neither did he, they could just stay here in embrace, talking and dreaming about the future. He picked up another lock of her hair, beginning to braid it again, his thoughts slipping through his lips before he could stop himself.
"Almost three years already... People would have thought that we were completely different people and had nothing in common. But I'm glad they're wrong. This works."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 23, 2013 8:12:21 GMT -8
And now he was braiding her hair, omg. Why did she ever think marrying him would be a bad idea? Hadn't she decided after he baked her a cake for her birthday that she was never breaking up with him? Colin Cox, great boyfriend, 11/10 no you can't have him. (And no, absolutely not, she was never telling him any of this ever.) Still, she had to keep up pretenses, so she replied, a pout in her voice, "Aww, c'mon, how do you know you don't like it if haven't even given it a chance?" She sounded exactly like a mother who was trying to swindle her child into eating his vegetables, and it wasn't going to work anytime soon.
Not that she actually wanted to eat babies or anything. Please.
"Sounds good to me-" She paused mid-comment as he tucked the braid behind her ear, letting his hand linger on the side of her face as he did. Julie blinked, having completely forgotten what she was about to say. Her insides were melting a bit at the close contact, but that was quickly put to a stop when he opened his mouth again. Oh well, so much for that. She wrinkled her nose at him, remarking dryly, "Rude, you just said I was your favorite. Make up your mind already."
One of the problems that arose early on in their relationship was that both of them were horrible at putting their thoughts and emotions into words. It had taken all this time for them to reach this point in their relationship, where they didn't have to reaffirm their feelings for each other or reassure the other that they really did care all the time- vocally, anyway. Julie had always been a firm believer that actions spoke louder than words. And with everything Colin did for her, she knew it was loud and clear just how much he really-
She answered him with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "Two points in my favor, hurray! I'm on a roll, huh? Gonna knock all those imaginary wives out of the park." Yeah, those fake cult wives had nothing on her. she was obviously the far superior, real life girlfriend. A slight frown crinkled her brow as he stopped and stared into her eyes with a completely deadpan face, before he began to say---
"Are you kidding me- Colin."
For about half a second, she seriously considered taking a pillow and holding it against his face. Really Colin? Really? Ugh, she took back every nice thing she had ever thought about him, he definitely wasn't worth marrying. She lightly flicked him on the nose, similar to how one would punish a dog for peeing on the carpet.
"You sicken me." She announced with a chirp, though she rested her head against his shoulder as he began braiding another lock of hair. She closed her eyes and let a tiny smile quirk her lips, just listening to his voice as he spoke. She didn't say anything for a moment, letting the pause grow before she replied. "People are dumb." She finally mumbled softly, just enjoying the feeling of him playing with her hair. "We're a lot more similar than what people would think, which is a pretty scary thought when you think about it. I don't really mind though." Since they were both kind of messed up, in their own ways. Their messed-upness just so happened to go together really well though, like badly made puzzle pieces. Kinda. |
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 24, 2013 21:15:06 GMT -8
Colin snickered as she attempted to flick him on the nose, turning his head to the side so that she totally and completely missed, managing to flick his hair instead. "I don't see you complaining when Cal makes jokes like that," he quipped, turning his soft brown gaze back towards her as he squeezed her hand. "Why does he have bad joke privileges? I'm going to file for discrimination, thanks. And then you'll be sorry that you ever insulted me." He even stuck his tongue out for good measure. Once upon a time, people might have said that he was serious or even mature, but truth was that he was anything but. In fact, he was as silly as she was, in his own way, just a lot less public about it. No, he saved this side of him for her. It was his own way of showing her that she was special.
Actually special, not just in the derogatory way-- he knew that he himself was a perpetrator of this, but sometimes he couldn't help but wonder whether the beauty of language had been ruined by irony, whether the slight lilt when a word rolled off your tongue could completely destroy its meaning. Because that was really what she was, special. While arguably in both senses of the word, she was definitely someone very precious to him, someone who he would care for and protect with his own life. Add that to the list of things that he would never actually tell her, but that she already knew. He wasn't very good with words and neither was she, as evidenced by his earlier outburst. Any of his attempts to be coherent always ended with him becoming a bumbling mess.
It was why he'd turned to blogging, really. He'd never been good at verbalizing his thoughts, so what better way than to write them down? And one might have guessed at first glance that Julie was good at talking, that she was easily able to draw people in with her sweet smile and charm, but truth be told she found it as hard to talk about her feelings as he did. Colin nodded as she noted how similar they actually were, deep down, tucking a few stray strands of her bangs behind her ear. He knew how much she loved it when he played with her hair, and it was fun, so why not.
"That's why we're going to kill them all when we become serial killers," he said, the soft expression on his face in stark contrast with his tone. "Nobody would suspect us. But it's true--" he paused, muttering the last part in a low voice, "I-- Extra wives or no extra wives, I'm glad that it's you and me. I-- you don't know how happy I am," he managed to sputter out, "That you. You know. Said you'd marry me. Only not really because it wasn't a proposal. Because," he said, taking a deep breath to regain his composure.
"I really wouldn't have things any other way."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 25, 2013 16:33:49 GMT -8
Oh, she missed. What a shame. She scrunched her nose up at him, peeved that he had dared to avoid her (minor) punishment. Really, it wasn't even going to hurt that much. What a baby. Instead, she leaned up and kissed him lightly on the nose, trying hard not to grin as she did. "That's because Cal makes good bad jokes. You just make bad jokes." She explained to him patiently, like this was a concept he should have known and understood by now.
Her eyebrows shot up at his comment, however. Oh no, this simply wouldn't do at all. "I don't want to kill everyone." She replied, her face emotionless without even a trace of humor in her eyes or mouth. She let the pause drag out for a minute, then two, before positively beaming at him. "Just the annoying, stupid people." Killing everyone would be too much work- besides, they'd get caught eventually. Murderous rampages never ended well. No, they had to be sneaky and discreet about who they killed. There was no need to go running into it slaughtering people left and right. That was just silly!
It wasn't until he began haltingly, stuttering out his next words that she became quiet, her eyes wide as she stared at him. A light flush spread across her cheeks as he spoke, and she quickly ducked her head so he couldn't see her face. That wasn't true though- she had some idea how happy he felt. He had asked her to marry him, after all. Of course, this wasn't a real proposal, but still, it did count---
If anything, she was fairly positive he didn't understand just how much it meant to her that he wanted to marry her. She hadn't had much of a family growing up; the place where she lived never felt like a home. It felt more like a cage trying to suffocate her with it's silence, with it's ghosts that seemed to flit across the room out of the corner of her eye. She didn't want to say that he had saved her, because that wasn't the case at all. But he had been the first person to ever take her hand and tell her it was going to be okay, to look at her and all her flaws and love her for them anyway.
She had never felt at home anywhere until she fell for him.
If home is where the heart is, he was her home.
Julie lifted her chin again, meeting his eyes with her own greens and a smile on her lips. "We're already practically married, you know." Her tone was teasing as she grinned, playing with the fingers on his hand as she did so. A blush creeped back into her face as she focused all her attention on his hand, not meeting his eyes. She was about to break every unspoken rule about their relationship in the book, but she didn't care. She said softly, in an almost whisper, "I-I don't need papers or rings- I know I want to be with you for the rest of my life." |
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Post by COLIN COX on Aug 27, 2013 17:32:44 GMT -8
It was as though his insides had melted into a giant pool of warm cheese fondue, and his thoughts had managed to completely drown themselves in the salty goopy mess. There was no better metaphor for it, really. Colin bit his lip, cheeks flushing once again as she said that she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life. For the rest of her life. Because he would say the same for her, that he wanted to be with her, that he loved her and didn't think that there was anybody else. He'd thought this was silly, that he was talking about this far too soon, that he was jumping the gun. But it wasn't the case, as she was showing: she cared as much as he did, she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her.
"S- same," he managed to blurt out. He'd always wondered whether he'd be able to legally marry her in the state of California, though that would probably have been easily remedied if they did the cliché thing and got married in Vegas instead. Nevertheless, it was reassuring to hear that she didn't need papers or rings, that she didn't need actual documentation to be married at least in spirit. "But it would be nice. Some day." It was just the institution of family that he had grown up so solidly with working its way with him: his parents had been extremely happy together, and he had always hoped that some day he'd be able to do the same. Get married, have children, do something for someone like his family had done only differently. No absentee parents thrusting responsibility on a young child. No needless arguments, no insensitive remarks, but all the same love and care that he had been afforded by his mother and father even if they hadn't always been around. "You're right though. We- we might as well be married at this stage."
But back to the topic discussed earlier. Y- yeah. That was a lot easier to talk about. She didn't want to kill everyone? Shock and horror. All their plans, all their plotting, and it was going to go to waste like that? His lips curled up into a half-smirk as he remembered that she did want to kill the annoying and stupid people. Okay, that he could definitely deal with. There were quite a few people on that list who he would have liked to murder, all right, but he wasn't going to name any names for the moment. For one, it would have taken too long, and for another, he wasn't actually going to go and do it. Maybe. He would see.
"Fair enough. I'll let you have this one. Only the annoying people." How they'd gone from being sweet and cuddly to talking about who they would kill if they had the chance, he had no idea, but what he knew was that he appreciated it. He appreciated her. "Did you hear about that movie? Death Note? Where the guy could kill anyone by writing down their name in the notebook? It sounds like a pretty stupid concept but just think about how useful that would be. Also nobody would ever suspect us. They might call it murder, but I think it's closer to natural selection."
He paused, blushing a little more. Okay, it was hard to get the earlier topic of discussion out of his mind. Harder than he thought, at least. Maybe... Maybe, for once, he wouldn't try to deflect it too much. Colin smiled, before leaning in, giving Julie a soft kiss on the lips.
"I love you more than you'll ever know."
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Post by JULIETTE DUBOIS on Aug 28, 2013 13:26:15 GMT -8
"Someday." She agreed with a nod, a slight smile on her face when she noticed he was blushing crimson. Maybe she should break the status quo of their relationship more often, if it created these kinds of results. He was blushing as much as she would if he had called her the p word. Though, considering how she could really only do this between midnight and 5 a.m., maybe she should give up on that notion. Besides, she wasn't very good at this lovey-dovey stuff. She was being sincere at the moment, after all; using that against Colin wouldn't be very fair of her.
(Then again, let's face it: when did she ever care about being fair?)
Her train of thought was interrupted by the renewed topic of murder. She cocked her head to one side like an interested puppy, a thoughtful expression on her face as Colin talked. "I've never heard of that one before." She murmured, a slight crease between her brows. It sounded good in theory, but... "It'd suck if you fucked up and wrote the wrong name though. There's a lot of people with the same name- you can't expect everyone in the world to have a unique name. What if you kill everyone who's name is Michael Newton or whatever? Or does it only work if you have their full names? Like, first middle last? I guess that'd help, but it'd also make killing people so much harder, since no one really gives out their middle name except in official documents..."
She let her voice trail off, chewing on her bottom lip as she mulled this over. Interesting concept, poor execution. There were too many holes for it to make sense or work in the real world, but in a work of fiction? Sure, why not. Nothing was perfect, she knew that, but she did appreciate well thought out ideas. Which was why so often, science fiction was such a hit or miss for her- if there was a hole in the logic, she'd spend the rest of the book or movie agonizing over it.
A soft kiss on the lips snapped her out of it, and she blinked just once in surprise at Colin. Oh, she hadn't been expecting that. Slowly, a smile graced her lips, another faint blush on her cheeks. Yes, she could whine and complain all she wanted about him, but at the end of the day Julie was always going to love Colin no matter what. Even if he did go on a murderous rampage and kill everyone in sight one day.
"I have a pretty good idea. Don't underestimate me."
Without warning, she sat up and kissed him hard, pushing him back on the bed as she did so. For all intents and purposes, this looked like it was going to escalate into something else and rather quickly at that, except... as suddenly as she kissed him, Julie rolled off of Colin, grabbing his laptop where it laid forgotten on the bed and opening up a new tab for Netflix. "Let's watch that movie!" She laughed, shooting an impish smile at him as if she could read his thoughts.
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