If you’re taking prompts from the list, “I love you, but stop talking.” With glimbow.
“But what if they don’t like me?” Bow hisses, tugging on Glimmer’s hand to bring them to a stop once more. “Or—they don’t want you dating anybody, or I say something stupid, or—”
“Bow,” Glimmer says. “My parents will love you, okay?” Bow is not convinced. “But they are going to think you’re really weird if we stand in the driveway for twenty minutes.”
“Has it been twenty minutes?” Bow uses his free hand to pull his phone out, checking the time. They’ve been standing in Glimmer’s parents’ driveway for five minutes, tops.
“Bow.” Glimmer sounds exasperated. “I promise you, they aren’t scary. It’ll be fine.” Bow takes a few deep breaths, closes his eyes, and nods. Glimmer is right. She knows her parents. They won’t hate him. They won’t hate him. “Or my dad might chase you off with a shotgun. Who knows?”
“What?” Bow’s eyes fly open. “Glimmer—” Glimmer is laughing. “You’re kidding,” he realizes. “Wait, you are kidding, right?”
“Oh my God.” Glimmer leans up and kisses his cheek. “Bow, I love you, but stop talking. Of course I’m kidding.”
“I can’t tell!” Glimmer just laughs again and tugs on Bow’s hand, starting them walking towards the porch again.
“All you have to do is talk about how much you love me for three hours,” she says. “That’s all they want.” They ascend the porch steps, and Bow tries to slow down his racing heart. He can talk about how much he loves Glimmer. He could do that all day. If that’s really all her parents want, he’ll be just fine.















