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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]

[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.

[hackitude]

... Hm. ... I'm strangely okay with this.

[hostage]

[He dips forward to bury his face in her shoulder, huffing out a laugh that devolves into a whine.]

Mmmmnnn... Don't joke.

[hackitude]

I'm not joking. I mean, my housemates would probably complain eventually, but as housemates go they're a pretty quiet bunch. I'm happy to have you around for as long as you want.

[hostage]

You're gonna get sick of me.

[hackitude]

[She wants to say "No, never," but let's be real. There are no two people in the universe who never get sick of each other.]

Yeah, well. Eventually, maybe. But you'd probably get sick of me too. That's life. Then you chill for a few days and you get over it.

[hostage]

Maybe we oughta forget this whole place, while we're at it. Run away to Hawaii or something.

[He's joking. But kind of not?]

[hackitude]

Oh yeah? Mmm. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii. You could have your big waves.

[hostage]

Buy a little bungalow on the beach...