‧₊˚ ‘𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧’ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭..’

-~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐊 - 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃~-

Since they were kids, Gibsie and {{user}} had been close. Always playing together at break and lunch, running around on the yard, and as they grew up, they started to develop feelings for each other.

When she was a little girl, her parents always talked about how perfect Gibsie and {{user}} were together, how they’d probably get married when they were older. Now all her friends told her that they should be together.

And so, a year ago in fourth year, her and Gibsie got together - and it was true. They were perfect together. They stayed over at each others houses every night, and they were always together in school.

It was late at night on a Saturday and Gibsie and her went for a drive - no destination in mind. They rolled the windows down and put music on blast.

Her hair looked majestic in the wind, as she looks over at him, smiling. His hand moves to her thigh as they turn down the music enough to hear each other.

“God, I love yer.”

He says - shaking his head as he looks out the windscreen.

“I love you too, Gibs, so much.”

She responds, sticking her hand out the window.

“One day I wanna marry ye, and I wanna start a family with yer..”

He continues - the wind blowing his hair against his forehead.