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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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[hostage]

[Yeah...]

I don't think, um - Well. You know. I'm stupid, so...

[hackitude]

Hey. High school drop out, remember? I'm not exactly GPA 5.0 myself.

[hostage]

There's a difference between dropping out and flunking out.

[hackitude]

You don't know that I didn't flunk out.

[hostage]

If you did, I bet it's 'cause you were too smart to waste your time.

[hackitude]

[Skye laughs.]

Trust me, not at all. I was a pretty messed up teenager.

[hostage]

Ain't we just the perfect couple.

[hackitude]

[Skye takes his hands in hers and drags him in closer so she can kiss him on the nose, grinning.]

Well, I sure think so.

... Speaking of. Did you listen to my mixtape-that's-actually-a-CD yet? It's okay if you hated it. I need to know these things. For science.

[hostage]

[He smiles at the kiss and squeezes her hands.]

I think I listened to it like fifty times already.

[It took him a while to stop crying at every song.]

It's in my car right now, actually.

[hackitude]

Wait, really?

You're not just saying that? You didn't think it was kinda-- cheesy?

[hostage]

I'm serious. I could sing the whole thing for you start-to-finish. I loved it.

[hackitude]

... Wow. Okay. ... Guess I'll have to make you another one for Christmas, then.

[hostage]

[For Christmas. The idea of that fills him with such a sudden melancholy that he has to duck his head to keep her from seeing it in his eyes. Will she still love him by the time it's Christmas? Is that even possible?]

I'd make you one, too, but I get the feeling you ain't real into gangsta rap.

[hackitude]

I wouldn't say it's exactly my jam, but it's the thought that counts.

[hostage]

Famous last words.

[hackitude]

Hey! I mean it. If you're thinking of me, I'm sure it'll be the best thing in the world.

[hostage]

Merry Christmas, Jesse. Your girlfriend is dumping your ass because you put "Baby Got Back" on her romantic mix.

[hackitude]

[Pfffft.]

No way. I'd probably just laugh.

[hostage]

Good. It's gonna be the first track.

[In this imaginary scenario where she doesn't hate him by December.]

[hackitude]

Well now you've spoiled the surprise, I'm gonna be expecting it.

[hostage]

I'll keep the other tracks secret 'til then.

[Haha. He wants to die.]

[hackitude]

[Lifting her arms up and resting them on Jesse's shoulders, she's leaning in to kiss him lazily again.]

Good.

... You staying over tonight?

[hostage]

[He smiles against her lips, his hands settling on her waist.]

If it's cool with you.

[hackitude]

You bet it is.

... Man, I should just give you a key already.

[hostage]

Watch it. I might never leave.