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comforter. I then find my white cardigan sweater to pair with it since it’ll be early and cool. Shoes? White sandals. I think I’ll look rather springlike and Easter-y. Why am I even picking out a dress if Finn won’t even be there to see me in it? I suppose he’ll see me before I leave in the morning. I guess that counts for something. We just celebrated three years together last month and Finn hasn’t seen me wearing a dress before. That probably sounds strange, but since he takes me to so many sporting events, it’s usually a T-shirt, jeans or shorts for me. And when we’re not out doing something sporty, we stay in.
I sit down on my bed to zip up my bag and to put on my sneakers. I didn’t have to pack too much since I have clothes at Finn’s. He even gave me one of his drawers that he didn’t need. I also keep some toiletries there, but I conscientiously try not to take over his bathroom with my crap. I strive to keep it to a minimum, so I take most of it home with me whenever I do stay.
I have some pictures of Finn and me on my nightstand. One of them catches my eye and I pause before I finish tying my shoe. It’s one of my favorite pictures of us. Morgan had taken it when we all went to Busch Gardens a few months ago last summer. She had been playing with her new phone and was taking pictures of cute kids, outfits, and vendors. I think she even got a picture of a cute kid throwing up on a cute outfit in front of a cute vendor. And oddly, some of Rod, who tried to make his pictures as funny as possible. He had borrowed a few strangers’ hats and made really inappropriate gestures for Morgan, much to the chagrin of those remorsefully charitable people. Finn and I were eating nachos while she was snapping away. She told us to smile so she could take our picture. I looked up from my nachos and Finn unexpectedly leaned in and kissed me. Morgan took the picture at that moment, but he didn’t stop kissing me, much to Rod’s dismay. He told us to book a hotel room somewhere because we were sucking all of the virtue and innocence out of the park, as well as all of the air. Morgan threw ice in our faces to make us stop. That picture is my favorite because we were out in public together and he was the first to kiss me. It wasn’t as blatant as today’s kisses at the track, but still, he didn’t seem to care who was watching and we were within his station’s viewing realm. Any Finnatic could have seen him kissing a woman in public. He wasn’t even wearing his sunglasses to hide his face at the time. That picture, as well as the memory, will forever be so special to me.
The other picture I have is one my dad took of us at the park. Finn is walking and I have my arms around his neck, riding piggyback. It had been his idea to carry me like that. I fought him when he tried to pick me up, but my dad thought it’d be a neat picture to have. The grin on Finn’s face is glorious. Mine is more of a self-conscious smile.
I pack the rest of my things and make the sandwiches. Rod said that most people bring a picnic lunch to these things. Laughing out loud when I remember Rod telling me no pickles, I find something in a kitchen drawer that will make his sandwich just perfect.
I load up my car, not forgetting my brand-spanking-new kite, and head over to Finn’s apartment. His place is very unlike mine. I live inside a four-story brick building. Finn lives in a gated apartment complex where all the units are attached, but each one has their own front porch and a small backyard. It’s very condo-like. I asked him why he didn’t just buy a condo or a house. He said he was happy where he was at and didn’t want to commit to owning a house. That somehow sounds vaguely similar to his philosophy pertaining to the rest of his life. Morgan calling me a cow rings true in that statement.
I find the gates and security to be ostentatious, yet necessary at the same time. My boyfriend risks his life performing ridiculous stunts
I sit down on my bed to zip up my bag and to put on my sneakers. I didn’t have to pack too much since I have clothes at Finn’s. He even gave me one of his drawers that he didn’t need. I also keep some toiletries there, but I conscientiously try not to take over his bathroom with my crap. I strive to keep it to a minimum, so I take most of it home with me whenever I do stay.
I have some pictures of Finn and me on my nightstand. One of them catches my eye and I pause before I finish tying my shoe. It’s one of my favorite pictures of us. Morgan had taken it when we all went to Busch Gardens a few months ago last summer. She had been playing with her new phone and was taking pictures of cute kids, outfits, and vendors. I think she even got a picture of a cute kid throwing up on a cute outfit in front of a cute vendor. And oddly, some of Rod, who tried to make his pictures as funny as possible. He had borrowed a few strangers’ hats and made really inappropriate gestures for Morgan, much to the chagrin of those remorsefully charitable people. Finn and I were eating nachos while she was snapping away. She told us to smile so she could take our picture. I looked up from my nachos and Finn unexpectedly leaned in and kissed me. Morgan took the picture at that moment, but he didn’t stop kissing me, much to Rod’s dismay. He told us to book a hotel room somewhere because we were sucking all of the virtue and innocence out of the park, as well as all of the air. Morgan threw ice in our faces to make us stop. That picture is my favorite because we were out in public together and he was the first to kiss me. It wasn’t as blatant as today’s kisses at the track, but still, he didn’t seem to care who was watching and we were within his station’s viewing realm. Any Finnatic could have seen him kissing a woman in public. He wasn’t even wearing his sunglasses to hide his face at the time. That picture, as well as the memory, will forever be so special to me.
The other picture I have is one my dad took of us at the park. Finn is walking and I have my arms around his neck, riding piggyback. It had been his idea to carry me like that. I fought him when he tried to pick me up, but my dad thought it’d be a neat picture to have. The grin on Finn’s face is glorious. Mine is more of a self-conscious smile.
I pack the rest of my things and make the sandwiches. Rod said that most people bring a picnic lunch to these things. Laughing out loud when I remember Rod telling me no pickles, I find something in a kitchen drawer that will make his sandwich just perfect.
I load up my car, not forgetting my brand-spanking-new kite, and head over to Finn’s apartment. His place is very unlike mine. I live inside a four-story brick building. Finn lives in a gated apartment complex where all the units are attached, but each one has their own front porch and a small backyard. It’s very condo-like. I asked him why he didn’t just buy a condo or a house. He said he was happy where he was at and didn’t want to commit to owning a house. That somehow sounds vaguely similar to his philosophy pertaining to the rest of his life. Morgan calling me a cow rings true in that statement.
I find the gates and security to be ostentatious, yet necessary at the same time. My boyfriend risks his life performing ridiculous stunts
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