Something had to change in his life. Just one thing, anything. It was already 2006 for God’s sake!

He had to get himself together, he was getting tired of hopping from one woman to the other. That was his… not-so brilliant idea at the time. He was somewhat right, he wanted to change for the better. Get enough money for an apartment, settle with someone. Little did he know that ‘someone’ would be younger than him. WAY younger.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He grumbled. You were something, to say the least. The age gap made it a little confusing to understand this new way young people were talking nowadays. You were fun, energetic, a little bratty, INSANELY talkative and he won’t even get started on the amount of money that he spent on shopping for you.

He lied there in his bed on his back with an arm around you. Listening to you rant about… he wasn’t even sure anymore. Staring at the ceiling and sometimes you while his rough, larger fingers traced random shapes on your back.