#readwritefangirl

wasn't born when it was a mega craze, sure, but something as beautiful as running around catching virtual monsters holds a place in everyone's hearts. They secretly play it when no one is looking.

when i was 6 years old, i cried because i could not catch pokemon in real life. now... i can... and these bus douchebags dare to shit all over my childhood dream just because i’m “old” now!

Just looking at them, anyone would guess that Aubrey is the possessive one. That she gets upset by Stacie’s naturally flirty nature when directed at others, when others flirt or hit on her. But no, whenever Stacie flirts with someone, Aubrey will chuckle at their flustered state. She easily brushes off people hitting on her girlfriend because, duh, you don’t date a girl who looks like Stacie and expect her not to get hit on. It actually makes Aubrey fill with happiness when Stacie gets asked out. Because Stacie always has an amazing response.

“Oh, sorry. I’m happily taken by the gorgeous blonde right here” Then she’ll give Aubrey that look. The one where she looks at her like she hung the stars. So, no, Aubrey isn’t possessive of Stacie. It’s the other way around, actually.

When Aubrey was younger, she was not the girl that got hit on. Chloe claims it’s not for lack of people wanting to, but their lack of nerve to hit on her because she intimidated everyone she went to high school with. So, naturally, Aubrey is not used to picking up the signals of someone hitting on her. Because she just does not see herself as someone to flirt with. That would be why she was so surprised by her girlfriend’s actions at their lunch date.

“I’ll bring that right out,” the waitress said with a smile. Aubrey smiled back politely, then turned to face Stacie, who was glaring daggers at the waitress.

“Stace? You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine,” she said shortly. Aubrey was confused, but let it go. The waitress brought back there drinks, complimenting Aubrey’s hair as she did so. Going so far as to touch her hair.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, surprised. Now, if looks could kill, that waitress would be dead. About a hundred times over. Stacie quickly got up out of the booth and slid into the one next to Aubrey. She wrapped an arm possessively around the blonde’s shoulder, pulling her into her side.

“Not that I don’t love sitting with you, babe, but are you okay?” Aubrey asked. Stacie huffed.

“The waitress is hitting on you,” she said angrily. Aubrey’s brows furrowed.

“What? She is not.”

“She touched you!” Stacie whisper yelled. Aubrey shook her head good naturedly, then the waitress brought their food out, a small pout on her face. The issue wasn’t brought up again until they got the check, which was handed past Stacie to Aubrey with wink. That would be where Stacie lost it.

“I’m sorry, but would you please stop flirting with my girlfriend?” She seethed at the waitress.

“Oh! Sorry, of course. My mistake,” she said as she made a hurried escape.

“I told you she was hitting on you!” Stacie was going to say something else, but Aubrey cut her off.

“Wait, are you jealous?” Stacie’s jaw dropped.

“Of course I am!” Aubrey started laughing, making Stacie angrier.

“No, no, babe, I’m not laughing at you.” Stacie turned her head, pouting.

“I’m laughing because it’s ridiculous for you to be jealous.” Stacie turned back and looked at her.

“It’s ridiculous, because there is no way that anyone who flirts with me could take me from you. I love you, Stacie Conrad.” That was the first time either of them had used the ‘L’ word. Stacie’s smile lit up the room.

“I love you, Aubrey Posen.” Aubrey leaned in and kissed her girlfriend.

Go and buy a $50 android phone, boom, made your money back

You could probably visit the box office and see if they’d print you one (you’d obviously need proof of purchase)?