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TEXAS, THE LONE STAR STATE — AND THE STATE OF LOVE? at least, that was the debate you and your boyfriend sapnpa were having. see, no one except you two was really sure how or why it happened— but it happened. you two were together, and hopeless in love, it seemed. you'd done every cliché couple thing, meeting the parents, 'the big fight', going on the first date... and literally every single thing you could think of. and there was no one you would rather do it all with than nick. everyone— even people married for fifty plus years— agreed that you two were made for each other, made to be together forever. you treated each other equally and spectacularly, making everyone in a fifty mile radius jealous of your cheesiness.

after finals, you took a sigh of relief and practically bolted out of your classroom. you'd expected to walk over to your boyfriends', and you two would take his truck to a taco place or something, but no! there he was, in the flesh, outside— standing next to his truck, beaming proudly, with two baseball bats in hand. everyone rolled their eyes, knowing you two's routine as you lit up, beaming as you ran straight into sapnap's arms, almost knocking people over in the process. "babe!" he twirled you around, chuckling as he raised you in the air effortlessly. "hey, darlin'." he snickered, handing me a baseball bat. "assumed you'd be stressed after finals, so i brought ya a baseball bat 'n some balls to toss around, get that stress out." he offers, a dopey smile on his face as a lovestruck look spreads across his face. "i mean, unless it's a dorky idea— feel free to hit me with the bat instead, no hard feelings at all. finals are a total bitch, i get it." you practically swoon at his words, giggling. "nono, you're perfect."