@COUNTINGMEDALS plants herself right on top of
his lap as nose sweetly nudges
his own. her smile only grows,
another peck given.
❛ happy, 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 birthday, babe. ❜
wait, wait, 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 . . . he’s written
songs about her? —— * 💧
that is without a doubt, the most
romantic thing anyone has ever
willingly done. she’d love to hear
them sometime. front to back.
Not sure about that Cali statement, but he’s certainly written enough about her for a whole album.
Search through his folder of demo tapes, and she’ll find some of them: “Sunshine Girl”, “Summer of Surf”, “Beach Queen” and “Caliscapade”.
The latter is a ballad, too.
he’s so sweet. may there never be
a time whenever a beach boys song
comes on that he doesn’t think of her,
either.
she’s wholeheartedly convinced
any cali tune was specifically made
with her in mind.
fingertips utilize a thin square of
gauze to pat clean a newfound
gash ‘pon center palm. a prongs
of a jagged fence stuck too deep
mid-climb up ﹠ over.
still not as bad as the time she
cut her leg up on a patch of coral,
though. ( cali beaches, she misses
you dearly. ) * 🩸
@COUNTINGMEDALS despite the searing sting of antiseptic
seeping into the cracks of broken skin,
the placement of a single peck was
somehow enough to warm cheeks
﹠ elicit a smile.
once patched up, opposing hand
cupped beneath his chin; index
coaxing his face up to meet her
own. •
@COUNTINGMEDALS bridge of freckled nose crinkles as
she holds out battered hand ╱
ocean-hued eyes playfully
rolling.
❛ aht, aht . . . don’t chastise me.
but thanks for coming to the
rescue, babe. ❜