you in your high tops anyway

At least yours want to come

That isn't a good thing.

I cry harder during My Sister’s Keeper but I guess. Hmm, so would you like take out or pasta made by yours truly? I promise I can actually cook pasta.

Fair enough, I've never actually seen that movie. Pasta made by the one and only Ana Kensington sounds promising, homemade pretty please.

Haven’t you heard S I’m worth billions of dollars for all we know me tears could turn into diamonds when wiped away. I’m kidding of course. Hmm, I love you but that’s crossing the line as ex-girlfriend so I’ll bring you all the food you want and let you take refuge in my room.

Can you cry over A Walk To Remember for me because I could use a new car, then. Okay, fair enough. I could really go for pasta. I feel like I haven't eaten in weeks.

That’s all right. I think I can handle it if you hopefully think I can. I’ll have to face him some time and all that jazz. 

I think you might make it out alive, and I'll be there to hold your hand- but under the table so no one sees.

I’m only well mannered because my grandparents can be scary and they taught me etiquette. I don’t know I still think you’re pretty great and that if they’re describing me that’s pretty sad. Well I could pull the guilt card and cry about how alone I am and both my parents are dead if you’d like.

Guilt doesn't work, otherwise I'd be their favorite child. You can run interference so my dad doesn't skin Nev alive? Or you can just bring me food to my hole I intend to dig tonight.

Oh no, I wouldn’t do that. I’m already preparing myself for any possible parental interrogation that could come out of their visit. 

You don't know my dad, Nev. He can be...intense.

Nevan nodded into her hair and finally resorted to letting go of her for a second, presuming she wouldn’t let go of him, so he could move his glasses off his face and onto the top of his head. Immediately after that, his arm was wrapped around her back again and he was kissing her head again. “I remember you, I remember everyone and everything, it’s okay.” He moved his arm from around her back when she placed her hands on his cheeks and he covered one of her hands with one of his and he rubbed the back of it with his thumb. He felt that irritating build up of pressure that was in his chest disappear in one slow exhale. Remembering everything and then seeing Sam’s reaction to it had to be one of the best moments for him. Of course he still felt awful for having to put her through seeing someone else go through a car accident and then to have to have someone forget who she was, but the relief they were both feeling was replacing the irritation in his chest and it was slowly transitioning to euphoria. He turned his head to the side a little bit and kissed the inside of her palm before looking back at her. “I never wanted to put you through something like that,” he murmured and his eyes scanned her face. “But you’re right, it’s okay now and I’m all here.” 

It was almost like she'd resigned herself to Nevan's memories being gone for good. Like, she'd convinced herself in her head that the boy she loved so much was gone and in his place, a shell of him remained. Now he was sitting there, holding her, looking at her with love in his brown eyes, and she felt like she was going to explode. This weirdly warm tightening in her chest was freaking her out, but she realized she'd felt the same thing in the tent when she'd told him she loved him. Sam loved this boy and he was back, finally, and whole. "You're back now, it's okay," She murmured, resting her forehead against his before her fingers combed through his hair and pulled him into a gentle, tenative kiss. All of the emotions, pent up or otherwise, were poured into that one kiss and her hands rested on the sides of his face; holding him close. It had been awhile, and she was so very relieved this was even possible. It was like he'd gone on a trip, and returned. And she was just so happy to have him back. She couldn't lose another person in her life, she just couldn't.She needed Nevan far more than he could ever know. He was a warm in cold, dark nights where her ghosts crept up on her. The pills she took could never help her pain more than a simple hug from him could. While he was lacking memories, she'd taken far too many, and even still was a bit lethargic from the medication. But she needed to be close to him, she needed to feel him.

Your mom cleans for you? My mom shows me various embarrassing photos of me that have been posted on the internet and lectures me about how much I drink while sipping on a wine cooler. My dad doesn’t even bother to visit. At least you’ve got a great boyfriend to brag about.

It's more like she kicks everything into the middle of my room into one big pile and yells some more. My boyfriend is great, undoubtedly. My father, however, would rather me be in a convent then 'wasting my time here'. To him, I'm a waste of thousands of dollars. Trust me, I wouldn't put Nevan through that.

I can absolutely do that for you and we don’t have to come out all weekend.

You're gonna run for the hills if my dad figures out I have a boyfriend. Fair warning.

Well orphans over eighteen are unadoptable so too bad for them. Besides why should they when they have a great daughter already. I don’t think they’ll forget that have you but I can try to distract them if you want me to.

Well they'd rather have the well mannered, put together socialite president of the sorority then what they've got. Let's face it, when people at home ask about me, they probably describe you and ignore whatever I'm doing. Go for it, try and talk my dad out of interrogating me.

Well I mean I’d offer but I don’t think I’d be of much help.

Seriously? They wish you were their daughter. I'm just gonna hide and hope they forget they have a daughter.

Oh my god, parents suck. I can hide you away in my room for a little while.

It's a nightmare. My mom will spend the whole time cleaning my dorm and my dad will spend the whole time asking me questions about my grades and my boyfriend. I'm doomed.