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Erob!! Made this for a friend, posting it here first because i don't believe they have tumblr.

Happy Birthday to the love of my life. I don’t think that I can even put into words how much you mean to me. How important that you are to me. The first time you came into my life was 2011 and I knew back then that you were something special. As you know, we were both involved with different people back then and we went our separate ways. You were always in the back of my mind somewhere. Then thanks to Nerve, you were brought back into my life at the right time and now I never plan on letting you go. You are my everything, my obsession, my future wife. I love you. Happy Birthday. @emmqroberts

[text]: Sure, I think Chanel could be Madison without the witchcraft. I think Madison might be a bit more evil. On the second thought, Chanel did kill the maid without any remorse.... maybe Chanel is more evil. Eh, who knows. Maybe it’s all connected. Ryan Murphy is a genius like that. [text] I’m used to it ;).

[text]: Hmm, well I think that Harry and Art will definitely be jealous. For you, though? I think that I can make them understand.

Picking his hand up “in his sleep”, Dave scratched an itch on his face, except that skin came with the scratch. “Ick,” he said, feeling skin peel off of his face. “What the--?” he said, seeing why his skin was falling off. Luckily, in his hand he just saw the prosthetic make up instead of his actual skin. “Gross,” he said, shaking it off his hand. He sat up and looked around, incredibly confused and concerned at whose bedroom this was. He looked over and saw a lump of a person beside him. Oh God, what did he do. Please be Emma. Please be Emma. Please be Emma. He repeated the phrase over and over again in his head as he slowly moved as to not wake the other up. Peaking under the blanket, he saw the sleeping face of his girlfriend. “Oh thank god,” he breathed out, putting his hand on his chest. 

[text]: I may just have an answer.

The party had died down and everyone was sort of just doing their own thing. Emma and Dave were on the couch and everyone had seemed to disperse. They were closer now, having just confessed long time mutual feelings for each other. He was laying further back on the couch so that he wasn’t necessarily sitting up, but wasn’t laying down. He kept a hand on her waist and their bodies close together. 

“If this is a joke, I’m going to be super pissed. I mean... not too pissed because at least I still got to enjoy it for a moment,” he teased, laughing a bit. 

[text] THANKS, EM! I appreciate it. [text] Thanks! I’m not doing much, but I’m just enjoying the day. It means a lot that you remembered :)