dark in my imagination

You’re mean to me, Archibald.

It's part of my charm.

He usually does when he’s trying to help, which usually ends up with both of us falling, but still.

It's okay, I laughed.

Truth be told, I don’t really walk, I just trip my way towards things. They’ll get used to it.

Oh, I thought Noah tripped you. Oops, my bad.

I don’t know why, I’m pretty awesome.

I didn't think tripping in front of everyone when you went to get your girlfriend sugar for her coffee made you awesome but okay, you can dream.

Let me tell you, there are some strange french individuals around here.

I'm sure they think you're strange too.

Jaxon grinned widely at her declaring him the best. He just couldn’t stop looking at her, as terribly distracting as she was, he loved her with everything inside of him. Maybe they were still in the honeymoon phase but he really doubted it, considering how many obstacles they were having to overcome so far in their relationship. “I’ll help you.” He smiled, standing up to take her sisters plate along with his into the kitchen. He paused at her mother’s question, thinking for a second about how long it had been. 

She frowned a little bit at Jaxon's response, wondering if perhaps she'd brought him home too soon. Maybe there wasn't an explicit date for when it was considered acceptable to bring your boyfriend home, but Rose had a feeling that it wasn't after a month. But then again, Jaxon was right. It did feel like they'd been dating for far longer than a month, and in a way, she supposed they had been. It just hadn't been official until now. After Jaxon had stood to start taking the dishes into the kitchen, Rose lingered behind for a moment, glancing at her parents over the table. "Thank you for being nice to him," she spoke up softly, picking up the last of the dishes before making her way into the kitchen.