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12. A Post I Love

When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.
These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could. “And I promise you that you’re important. Don’t look at me like that- in all my 900 years I’ve never met someone who wasn’t important.”
“Cheer up mate, it gets better. Look at me, I was once a little kid living under the stairs. You’ll do fine.”
“Hey. I know it seems like life sucks, that you’ve got the devil on your tail. Hell, sometimes you do. But you’re strong enough to beat him. You’ve got friends at your back and family too, and that’s what really counts in the end.”
“Don’t be silly, they’re wrong about you; of course you matter. You’ve always mattered.”
Little things comfort me, like:
Kindly Being told off for something you always do.
My favorite song or a familiar tune
Camomile tea.
Warm chocolate chip cookies
Tight, long hugs. 
My favorite movie.
Warm blanket.
Clothes fresh out of the dryer.
Stupid jokes.
Stupid sitcoms.
A familiar face.
Fascinating history/facts.
Olive Garden bread sticks!!!!
Sleeping in late.
Lazy days.
Extremely cheesy pizza.
A big bowl of Ice cream drowned in sprinkles.
A pool on a hot day. 
A warm, too big hoodie.
Oversized shirts. 
Pillow/blanket forts.
Puppies. Lap dogs especially.
Warm arms.
Hands to warm mine.
Inside jokes I know.
An old song I know all the lyrics to.
Sunny, warm day with a slight breeze
Blasting music and dancing, laughing.
Board games.
Long messages.
I love you’s.
My favorite band.
Getting a good grade when you didn’t try.
Warm bubble baths.
You sighed as you pulled your clothes on quickly. Another night gone by, sleeping in Zayn’s bed. It’s not that you didn’t like Zayn, quite the contrary actually, you loved him.
It’s just that, nights like last night, were rare. Just a cuddle and late night conversations, nothing scandalous. Zayn just never seemed up to it. It was either sleep, sleep, sleep or a hot and steamy night.

Zayn rolled over and looked up at you, smiling tiredly. “Macy, babe, get back in bed. I don’t want you out of my arms for another second.” His accent was thick from the lingering grogginess of sleep.

You got back in his arms, even though you were now dressed in skinny jeans and a t-shirt.

"Macy, honey, what’s wrong? Don’t say nothing either." He said as he tightened his arms around your waist.

You sighed again and looked him dead in the eyes. “I like nights like last night. Cuddling and talking. Not nights where you fall asleep and I lay awake. I do enjoy the nights the neighbors complain, but I love last night, I didn’t want it to end.” You admitted sullenly.

He stared at you, eyes masking whatever emotions, his face stone-cold. He answers quietly. “I’m sorry. I should have known… God, I’m such a wretched boyfriend. Macy, dear, I love you. From now on I will treat you like the queen you are. Not the piece of meat I have been.” He stayed firmly, promising both him and you.

You nodded and smiled, happy with this agreement. “I love you, Zaynie Poo.” You grinned, knowing he disliked the childish nickname.

"I love you too, Lacy Macy." He quipped back, knowing it didn’t suffice.

You both laughed and you grinned. The day had started off a bit sour, but as usual, ended sweet. All thanks to the masterful Zayn. 
The girl next door turned goth Emo because of dead family. Falls in love with the guy next door. He tries to save her; seeing the sensitive side she hides with snotty remarks and Sarcastic snips.

She was the typical girl next door. The one no one noticed. Quiet, shy and always had her head stuck in a book. She had a killer sense of humor and a dazzling style; the kind that blows you away. She had a distant look in her eyes, she was a dreamer. She was always writing in that little black notebook she carried everywhere. Little did she know, soon her life would be the color of that book…

I’ve never met someone who talks so much yet says nothing at all.
Give me that girl

Why don’t we just dance

Ring on her finger I’m wrapped around- brad paisley

Smile-uncle Kramer

I just want crazy-hunter Hayes

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me

Nothing on but the radio

Consider me gone-Reba

Could it be I’m finally holding what I’ve been hoping for

Why don’t you stay(Stay-sugar land?)

Hey pretty girl(?) Hey pretty girl can I have this dance, and the one after it?

I want you to know that it doesn’t matter

This is gonna be one of those nights

My tickers ticking like they say it should

Cleaning this gun(?)

I think I did it this time

Woman like you

These days

Lean on the gas and off the clutch(baby run?)

I would change a lot of things starting with me

Don’t worry about this heart of mine

She steals my heart again and doesn’t even know it.
Takw me back to where you belong and this will be our song

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