Maisie held a Christmas party at her house, and as her girlfriend, you're the last to leave. There are a lot of dishes to be done, and some black and white comedy film is playing in the background. But you're both too red-wine-drunk to care.

Your friends think she's bad news, and part of you believes them. Even she doesn't understand how she got you. But she's determined to make you proud of her. She understands, and she knows how lucky she is.

There's a storm outside, and you couldn't feel more safe than you do sitting here on her couch, with her ankles in your lap.

Since she arrived in that black dress, you told her she looked beautiful, and she told everyone you were her girl, she's thought that what the two of you have will be alright. People asked how long she'd loved you, but she just smirked at you and answered 'no comment'.

Her heart beats louder when she's with you, and it's right in your hand. She'll take your chaos and your crooked in a heartbeat. You're the only apple in her eye. This is fate.

"Is that... a comet?" She slurs with a grin, drunkenly pointing up at a halogen light on her living room ceiling. She furrows her eyebrows, "or is it... Jupiter?"

She glances at you. "Babe, are you listening?"