Breakfast: Special K
Lunch: Peanut butter sammich
I have cleaned my brain by writing schmoopy schmoopiness between Capri and Kieran. She proposed to him when she was nine. She was wearing little fairy wings.
You do not understand, people. Puppies and kittens, puppies and kittens. The Alanna thing and the yesterday thing - I needed puppies and kittens and cute little girls dressed up like fairies.
"So who was your first kiss?"
Kieran laughed. "Capri, I think!"
"Do tell," Ryan grinned.
"Oh, silliness. She proposed to me when she was nine, and she kissed me on the cheek. Not a real kiss."
"Aww. That's really cute."
Kieran blushed. "Yeah. Kip's always been adorable."
"So d'you think you'll take her up on it?"
"Y'know... I don't know. Yeah, serious answer to a silly question. I'm pledged to the Lishaya, but if the Lishaya never turns up... well, Kip's my best friend, and aren't you supposed to marry your best friend? But anyway, it was five years ago, and... the Purges happened, and Halloran... I doubt she even remembers it."
"But if she remembers, and if you don't meet Tiala in this lifetime? Let's say ten, fifteen years from now. If you're sure you won't meet Tiala in this lifetime. You'd take Capri up on it?"
Kieran grinned, suddenly shy, looking down and playing with a blade of grass. "If Kip still wants to?"
"If she still wants to. Would you?"
He blushed again. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I would."
I'm aware that it's crap. I don't care. It made me go "aww".
And these days, writing gets me exhausted. It's the disorganized-brain thing from my meds. So I am going to try to shake that off.