A/N: Welcome to my companion piece for Crush. If you haven't read it, please do so now. It will make this one better.

LONG A/N BUT VERY IMPORTANT, I SWEAR! XD

This fic is a plot-oriented lemon to which Illyric challenged me; hence, it is dedicated to him. The lemon will come at the very end, so have patience.

Oh, and he is also my new beta since hunted-snark has disappeared from the face of this earth. -.-

Rated M for Mature due to the occasional use of the F word and sexual content. It's boy on boy action. Be advised!

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Kingdom Hearts or anything associated therein. I also do not own any of the song lyrics; they belong to the great band Paramore. And Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

WARNING: This is surprisingly Paramore-centric in the beginning due to Sora's (and my) love for the band. If you do not like this, too bad! Lol. (I just thought I'd give you a heads up!)

Also, I hope that no one bashes me for my opinions on Twilight; but if you do, I'll basically ignore it. Intelligent disagreement is okay; raving fangirls who give me no substance to work with is not.

; )

Props to anyone who can figure out what inspired the title of this one-shot (even though it's really obvious). Hehe.

Oh, and as a final note: In Crush, Sora and Riku were in the same school year but were a year apart in chronological age. I apologize for not being as clear as I could have been, and I will probably go back and make an author's note somewhere in Crush—maybe, if I get around to it. Lol. That being said, this story takes place six years after that special senior year. Please keep this in mind as you read.

Enjoy! And don't forget to review if it so moves you! Thanks!

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Chapter One: The Valentine's Day Challenge

I snort as I enter the bedroom to find Sora at the computer, belting in his lovely baritone voice:

"I got a lot to say to you!

Yeah, I got a lot to say!

I noticed your eyes are always glued to me

Keeping them here, and it makes no sense at all!"

I laugh as he continues. Hearing this, he stops mid-word on the repetition ("They taped over your mou—!") and grins sheepishly; the song continues to play, coming through the speakers built into the monitor. His sheepish behavior doesn't last: he quickly picks back up, serenading me with a great amount of eye contact. He gets really into it, coming off as…sexy and smoldering. He is so into it (as he always is) that he even head-bangs a bit and throws up horns on the "Rock and roll" parts. I laugh heartily at how into it he is. Every time he listens to Paramore, I am reminded of high school, and it puts warmth in my heart.

"You're adorable," I murmur. He grins as he polishes off the song.

He pauses "We Are Broken" before the vocals start. His eyes regard me curiously. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. I was just wondering what you wanted to do for Friday."

He is aghast at me. "You are asking me what I want to do on Valentine's Day? Do you really not have a romantic bone in your body? You're supposed to surprise me! Have I not taught you anything these last few years?!"

I chuckle and admit, "The romance is your thing. The lust is mine." He blushes as I wink at him, but a lecherous grin adorns his face.

"You've got a point. …But, hey! Our sex life is balanced; the romance isn't. Yes, you're lovely, but you need to step up the romantic gestures. Not that I really mind, but I'm always the one handling them. The most you've done is give me a massage, make dinner, or do the dishes. And even when you do those, it's more loving than romantic. You know what I mean?"

I smirk, amused. "I think so."

"This year," he points his finger at me for emphasis, "I fully expect you to woo me. And I don't just mean seduce me—I mean woo me. Romance, Riku! Romance! Use some of your skills of seduction and your imagination, and combine them into romance!"

I laugh, a bit miffed that I have never really been the one in charge of our relationship. Even from the very beginning, Sora took the lead. …And just like that, I have my idea for this Valentine's Day. I grin and declare, "I think I just got the most brilliant idea, and you'll love it!"

"I better!" he mock-growls. He can't hold it for long; he soon giggles before asking, "Can I get a hint?"

Smirking, I offer, "Oh, you'll get plenty of hints—ten, in fact."

He laughs, delighted so much at this throwback that his eyes sparkle. My heart reacts as it always does, flooding with warmth. He's so precious.

"Where will you stick the love notes? And will there be stickers involved?"

We both laugh together. "Hmm," I muse. "I don't know. I haven't actually thought about what I want to do. I just have a vague idea for what I might want to do."

He chuckles. "Okay. Well, I'll be looking forward to whatever you do!"

It's hard to believe that we've been together six years (as of this March). Picking up on the fondness, Sora's features adopt a gentle glow; his smile must be identical to the one on my face.

"I love you, Riku."

I laugh, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I never get tired of hearing him say those words. "I love you, too, Sora."

We don't kiss every time we say that we love each other. If we're snuggling, maybe; most of the time, not really. It's the same vice versa: we don't always say that we love each other after we kiss. We consider it redundant.

I think about going over and kissing him, but he turns back to the computer, choosing to start up "Stop This Song (Lovesick Melody)". This one is one of my favorites. (Admittedly, with the years of being with Sora, Paramore has grown on me.)

Moving a little to the beat, I go behind him and wrap my arms around him as I sing along. My voice is not as nice as his, but it's a decent (baritone) one. I sway us from side to side to the upbeat song, and he grins, going right along with it.

"You say the sweetest things,

And I can't keep my heart from singing

Along to the sound of your song!

My stupid feet keep moving!

"To this four-four beat,

I'm in time with you.

Oh, oh, oh-oh!

To this four-four beat, I would die for you!"

He grins, tilting his head back into my shoulder while looking up at me. He bounces from side to side in my arms before stilling. We're both still now.

The music plays without either of us singing along as we stare into each other's eyes. Sora is the one to pick it back up. Emotion bursts from him, evident in his eyes and facial expressions, as he sings his "ultimate favorite" Paramore song. He listened to this song "a lot" back in high school…because of me.

He's back to wriggling from side to side in my arms. I laugh.

As the chorus hits again, we sing it together. I nearly stop because of how cute Sora is when he gets into it—as he always does. His face is adorable. I know that he will stop singing if I do, though, which is why I struggle to keep my mind on the song (lest I sing the wrong words). Still, I stumble a bit, sluggish with my words. Sora laughs then launches into his "absolute favorite" part. He doesn't mind that I've gone quiet.

"It creeps in like a spider

That can't be killed

Although I try and try to!

Well, don't you see I'm falling?

Don't wanna love you

But I do…."

He bangs his head to the instrumental then belts, "Lovesick melody! So I won't sing a—Lovesick melody! Ah-Ah-Ah-OH!" I chuckle. He crinkles his nose resolutely as he insists that he "won't sing!" His head bobs to the ending.

I release him as he leans forward to pause "Rewind" only to start up "Decoy"—not to be mixed up with "Decode". He likes "Decoy" better than he likes "Decode," though he likes everything by the band.

I titter as I remember us going to see Twilight simply because of Hayley Williams being an avid fan of the book series (which led to Sora reading it).

I've never bothered to read it because I think it's way too hyped up, and I'm not much interested in the vampire phenomenon. Sora loves vampires, though. Still, he's got good taste and admits to reading only the first two books, finding it all too cliché to keep on reading. And he only read the second book because Kairi (an avid fan of the series and admitted crazy fangirl for Edward Cullen) begged him to keep reading. He drew the line at the second book, claiming, "They're happy enough, Kai! I'm stopping here before I waste more of my life on this crap!" She pouted, but he would not be moved.

"Vampires are not supposed to be sparkly in the sun; they're supposed to be killed by it!" he griped upon reading the first book. Then again, he's not a teen girl and has never had that mindset…unless it comes to crushing (and then he's a basket case).

He's always been on the mature side when it comes to appreciating art in all its forms. It's an interesting juxtaposition with the immaturity he likes to indulge in…as well as his love for me, which is mostly entirely serious and amazingly passionate.

About a week after we started dating, we were sitting in Sora's car in the Senior Parking Lot, about ready to go home. (He'd taken up the task of giving me rides to and from school for the rest of the year due to my lack of car.) Before he even stuck the keys in the ignition, Sora randomly admitted that he'd occasionally stalk me around school—"but not in an overly creepy sort of way!" he was quick to add. "I mainly just watched you go to your locker—which is how I knew which one was yours—and…umm… maybe a couple of times in the library? I never followed you into the bathroom or anything—I had boundaries. I think that was about it. …Wait, no. There was that time after school. …I, uhh…ahem…err… tailed Naminé when she was giving you a lift home. I guess I wasn't really thinking; and once I started, I couldn't stop myself."

Oddly, I felt more flattered than disturbed. It actually quite amused me because I, myself, had nearly succumbed to stalking him…nearly. However, I couldn't resist teasing, "Oh, yeah, 'cause that's not creepy at all…following someone home."

He blushed and hid his face in his hands, clearly tormented. Lifting his head, he wanted me to be clear on the fact that: "I never did anything with the information…" His brows furrowed as he conceded, "…other than daydream about being with you there." Embarrassed anew, he groaned and hid his face again. I chose to mention the fact that I was flattered (instead of disturbed) at this moment. It made him laugh and say, "Good, then!"

I used this as a segue to get him to further talk about his feelings for me. I wanted to know just how in love with me he was.

"So… exactly how crazy in love with me, are you?" I grinned; he blushed, having just managed to lift his face back up.

"I don't know. You tell me, and then I'll tell you!"

"I asked you first!"

"Doesn't matter! You tell me, and then I'll tell you!"

So, despite my embarrassment, I opened up.

"Well…uhh…every time I'd see you, my heart would spazz out, and I could barely breathe—as cliché as that sounds. I'd always feel pretty lightheaded—like all the blood was draining from my face to supply the way my heart was beating double time." He grinned at me, clearly enjoying this. Continuing, I admitted, "I only joined all the sports and clubs that I was in so that you would be forced to notice me. I didn't even know whether you bothered to watch sporting events, though. For all I knew, you could have been the bookish type to not give a crap about sports…but there you were at all of my games. And then I stuck with it because I was pretty good at it—and I liked it better than I thought I would."

He laughed. "I only went because of you. I really didn't give a crap about sports."

I grinned, getting a bit warm. "Heh."

"Go on," he urged. "Tell me more."

"Hmm…well…I basically sponged off Naminé for information since she had art with you. Uhh… I nearly stalked you a couple of times. There was one time where I kind-of did, but then I told myself that I just needed to return a book. I left as soon as I did—because I really did need to turn in a book—too embarrassed and ashamed to actually follow you or even just stare at you."

He chuckled and murmured, "You're a better man than I am." I blushed. "Any more?" he wondered.

"Umm…I don't know. I was really giddy about you sitting near me. I love that we've got classes together." Smirking, I decided, "Your turn!"

Getting embarrassed, he mumbled, "What more is there after stalking? Doesn't that say it all?" We laughed. Still, he admitted, "I didn't feel like my day was complete until I'd seen you. I guess that's what led to the stalking, really. And…I pumped Naminé for information about you, too, because I'd seen her giving you rides. She always just smiled secretively—and now I know why. Actually, she was the one who suggested that I confess via love note."

My eyebrows rose. "Really?"

"Yeah! She even helped me with the design…and with what might be good to say. She said that you didn't really open up, so she didn't really know you, but she figured that anyone would be attracted by mystery, so I should keep it vague. …And that's what I did."

"Huh."

"Yeah."

We laughed. It was really quite amusing.

I laugh just remembering it, earning a curious glance from Sora. I shake my head, and he goes back to listening to his music and staring at the visualizer. The background is black with little golden balls of light moving around. They form a heart then what looks to be Mickey Mouse ears, but they mainly stick to spheres; they combine and move, changing colors the whole time as they pulse with the music. Down at the bottom of the playlist due to the fact that the album is the Twilight soundtrack, "Decode" starts playing; the visualizer changes.

Paramore did a couple of songs for the soundtrack of the Twilight, which is why I knew that our fate was sealed the moment that Sora learned of this. "We have to go see it!" he'd cried when he read the online article. That was back in two thousand eight…the same year that we'd gotten together.

Even though it came out in November, we actually went to see it in early December for our nine-month anniversary. We'd just begun our freshman year of college. Kairi came with us (to see it a fourth time), but she might as well not have been there because she didn't talk to us. She stayed silent, her eyes glued to the screen, enraptured by the horrible, horrible movie.

Sadly, Sora was terribly disappointed by the movie. He agreed with me when I said it was the worst movie I'd ever seen. And yet, despite the horrible, horrible acting, shoddy portrayal of the story in general, and disjointed cinematography, we sat through the whole thing. When we left the darkened theater, stepping out into the bright hallway, Kairi squealed about how sexy Rob Pattinson was. She was both amused and indignant when Sora made a crack about his eyebrows. None of us could resist laughing.

On the way to the lobby, Sora pointed out everything that was wrong with the movie: bad acting, the backgrounds being saturated, the dialogue, how it was disjointed, how they left a whole bunch out, and how it was "just plain awful!"

Kairi laughingly cried, "No! I love it!"

"That's 'cause you're brainwashed. I worry for your sanity if you like that type."

She retorted, "Oh, yeah? Well, I worry for your sanity because you are that type!"

"Oh, I am not!" he scoffed just before he sipped some of his watered down soda, pursing his lips around the straw.

"You are, too! You're a stalker!"

"Not really! I've never done anything creepy like break into his house and watch him sleep!" I blushed at this. "I've never been hot and cold with him—which is just plain abusive. I don't want to eat him!"

"But you did follow him home…."

I blushed anew.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't do anything. I never even went by his house after that. That was one time! I barely even followed him at school."

"Barely," she quipped. They snickered.

Feeling awkward, I spoke up, insisting, "Hey, guys! It's kind-of awkward listening to you talk about me like I'm not right here."

Sora grinned, apologized, then kissed me on the cheek despite the fact that there were tons of people around. Something wriggled uncomfortably on the inside—I've never been one for public displays of affection.

Even though I've been thinking about the beginning of our freshman year of college, I sigh, "Oh, senior year…"

Paramore makes me think of Sora in his white Paramore hoodie…and of us sharing his iPod to listen to "Misery Business". The band makes me think of how Sora would listen to his iPod during lunch, leaving Kairi and me to converse semi-awkwardly with each other or not at all. (I abandoned the people who liked to consider themselves my friends—because they really weren't my friends, and because I enjoyed Sora's company much more.) The volume on the device was so loud that if anything were to be said to Sora, he'd pull out an earbud and go, "What?" We'd either repeat what we'd said or asked…or we'd shake our heads, deciding that it wasn't worth the effort. He'd always revert to having the earbud in his ear, mouthing along and/ or quietly singing along to the music when he wasn't busy chewing.

At my reminiscent sigh, Sora looks over at me, grinning in a questioning way.

"Sorry. I'm getting all reminiscent with all this Paramore."

"Hehehe. And the subject of this particular reminiscence?"

I grin. "Senior year in general. But, before I thought about that, when we went to go to see Twilight freshman year."

"Oh, that fucking movie!" he groans, turning back to the screen. "I was 'meh' about the book, so I wasn't holding high hopes for the movie…but it was honestly the worst movie I've ever seen! And that chick that played Bella is the worst actress EVER! Remember that one scene at the end? She stammered, but she did it so horribly that we just laughed."

I chuckle. I've heard this before—it's exactly what he said when we exited the theater. I smile as I remember that I bought him ice cream afterward to make him feel better. He rambled for a while about the crappy movie. Kairi fired back with how sexy Rob Pattinson was, and we just shrugged. Sora soon became more interested in eating and commenting on his "yummy" ice cream.

Never one to care about being childish, he decided to give me a sticky yet wet kiss comprised mostly of the chocolate residue on his lips. I'd laughed and wiped it off. He pretended to be affronted before quoting Ellen Degeneres by wondering, "'You don't want that there?'" then "'Why would you wipe my spittle away?'" Granted, she was talking about how when people talk to you and a fleck of spit hits your face, but still…it fit, and it got laughter out of me.

My arms find Sora again, tucking him into my embrace despite the computer chair being between us. He pauses the music and tilts his head back against my shoulder again. "I wanna cuddle." I grin and nod, releasing him so that he can get up. We move over to the bed; I lie down first—against the wall—and Sora joins me, tucking up against me and snuggling closely. We both know that we never cuddle for long because it always turns into something else—unless we happen to be watching a movie. Cuddling on the bed always warps into sex. Lovey-dovey sex, but sex nonetheless.

Surprisingly, today, there is no sex. Today, we cuddle and snuggle and share kisses, but our libidos are quiet. It's in the air—this hazy, warm feeling. It's about this time of year where we look back on the beginning of our relationship, basking in the nostalgia. Usually, we stick to teasing about the letters, but today we go into more detail. I think it's because we like dragging up everything we can remember…and because this year feels different somehow.

"I still say my favorite sticker is the 'Light a fart' one!"

Sora giggles. "I know. That one is funny. My favorite is the happy face."

He's never told me his favorite sticker before, though I have asked on multiple occasions. He'd always say that it was too embarrassing to say, but his eyes would sparkle with the mystery. He liked having me wonder. I don't think he realizes that he's suddenly come clean.

I'm surprised that it is this one. "I don't see why. It's just a smiley face."

"It's not just a smiley face! It…" He blushes and mumbles, "It was the first sticker, and it was a sign that you were interested in me. That one sticker lit up my world." Even I blush at this. A short "Heh" from both of us cracks into identical grins.

Thinking on one of my favorite days, I murmur, "Oh, that breeze. I thought I was going to have a heart attack when it landed by your foot!"

He chuckles. "Me, too. I was afraid that someone else would grab it and read it."

"Heh."

Surprisingly, Sora asks a question that he never had the courage to before: "What would you have done…if it weren't me?"

"Uhh…" I uneasily reply. "I don't know. I probably would have tried to let the guy down easy and ask if we could be friends."

Sora makes what I can only describe as the 'XD' face. Relaxing yet still smiling, he prods, "And who were your other options?"

"Umm…I don't remember. A couple of guys in my other classes? I didn't really think it could be them. I was always hoping it was you."

"Aww!" He glows as he smiles almost teasingly at me, looking like I've melted him. We laugh; I get a bit warm.

Moving on, I reminisce, "I still say our first kiss was the best."

"Ha-hyuck! 'Nothing beats a first kiss!'"

"Okay, Goofy! …Or should I say Drew Barrymore?"

He laughs. "Neither! You can just call me Sora!" I roll my eyes at his silliness.

My hand goes to his hair; I toy with the spiky locks as I remark, "God… You still look like you did when you were in high school."

He scowls, getting affronted at this. I hastily insist, "It's a good thing! You'll always look young!"

"I guess…" he mutters. I kiss his sulky lips, which makes them open up into a smile.

"So, what do you want to do for dinner?"

"Hmm… Surprise me!" He grins. I laugh.

"All right. …You're really going to milk this week, aren't you?"

"Damn skippy!"

We laugh again. Falling quiet, we stare into each other's eyes, sharing our breath. Everything is warm and comfortable. Our eyelids keep drooping. Soon, without realizing it, we both fall asleep, taking an impromptu nap before dinner.

The next day, I sit at work (editor for the local newspaper), not really focusing. In fact, I'm busy planning.

Let's see. Okay. So, I know I'm going to need to get some index cards and stickers.

I grin. It's priceless. I plan on giving Sora ten hints—hints that will be clues on a scavenger hunt. It will be a throwback to Valentine's Day '08, but it will also give Sora that sense of mystery and adventure that he so loves.

On the way home, I buy a pack of index cards and a sheet of Valentine's Day stickers that consist of "Conversation Hearts". I also decide to splurge a little and get some nice Valentine's Day-themed stationary. It's got Winnie the Pooh in the top right-hand corner. It's childish and yet screams "Sora!" I think it's perfect.

Sora is already home, unfortunately, when I come in. He's seated on the couch, watching TV. As soon as he hears me enter, he immediately eyes the bag, grinning as his eyes flit up to meet mine. "What's in the bag?"

"Part of your surprise." I have it double-bagged so that he can't see through it.

"Ah." He nods, still grinning. "Better put it away so that I'm not tempted to look."

"I was planning on it."

"Good, then."

Laughter bubbles from him, and I grin. He's just so amusing.

Fondness seeps from every word as I advise, "I'll be back out in a bit, goofball. If you need me, knock or else you'll ruin your surprise."

"Okay." His eyes stray back to the TV. I take off my shoes, lining them up next to his—which are two sizes bigger than his actual shoe size. He's grinning from ear to ear even as I walk down the hall to our shared bedroom. Despite my advisory on knocking, I lock the door anyway for added privacy. I've got much letter-writing to do.

I shake my hand out, wrinkling my nose at the fact that it's cramping up. I've done an awful lot of writing today. The bump that is the writer's callus on the ring finger of my right hand is reddened; I've aggravated it even with my gel pen. Or maybe the aggravation came from the crappy pens I used earlier at work. Oh well.

I smile, satisfied with my work. It's only three more days until Valentine's Day, but I think I've managed to come up with something great. There are ten envelopes; inside each one is a letter and an index card. Each envelope is sealed with a different sticker.

Right as I finish tying off the bag full of my secret messages to Sora, there comes a knock on the door. I quickly deliberate on where to shove the bag, opting for shoving it in a box in the closet—a box that is underneath another box. Still, as I open the bedroom door, I warn, "Don't go digging through the closet."

Appearing bemused, my roommate responds, "All right. Not that I do so anyway, but all right." We laugh again. We seem to be doing it a lot lately…but that's probably because Valentine's Day is our favorite time of year. We're always giddy around this time of year.

"I think you're more creative than I am," I assert. "You could probably spin off five amazing ideas to my one good one."

"Probably."

"Oh! Speaking of which, what are your plans for the eighth?"

He deadpans, his eyebrows rising to silently ask me if I'm serious. I chuckle and elaborate, "You made sure to get it off, right?" He tilts his head downward to emphasize the expression on his face. I grin. We both ask for March 8th off every year. It's our anniversary, after all.

"Well," I qualify, "I was just checking. You never know if your boss might change his mind."

He shakes his head, smiling wryly. "You're crazy." After stealing a kiss, he prods, "So, why do you ask?"

"I can't tell you."

He guesses, "It's part of the Valentine's Day surprise, isn't it?"

I smirk. "Maybe."

"Well…cool. Dinner's ready."

"Hmm." My stomach growls, prompting me to wonder, "What'd you make?"

He shrugs. "Nothing fancy: white rice, corn, and those chicken things we had in the freezer."

"Oh, what a great chef you are!"

He scowls, clearly unhappy with my words. However, he breaks down into laughter. "Shut up! I'm feeling lazy! You know I can cook when I feel like taking the time."

"Hmm. And you're better at baking than I am."

"True."

We share a random kiss just because we feel like it. Sora takes my hand as he leads me down the hall because he gets annoyed when we just walk around without having some form of contact with each other. It's this same annoyance that leads to our legs touching while we eat and to us cuddling on the couch after dinner. We do this every night that we eat in, which is most of the time.

With some movie on TV in the background and the lights out, Sora falls asleep slanted against me, his mouth hanging open. Miraculously, he's not drooling…yet. He drools all over his pillow, usually—which is why I make a point of sticking to my pillow.

I smile fondly as I caress his hair. He snores, but I find it more endearing than annoying. More often than not, it makes me laugh.

After awhile, I get uncomfortable in my position and am forced to wake him. He looks just as cute as he always does upon awaking. As usual, his first question is, "What time is it?" This usually results in him flopping back down for more sleep unless he has to be somewhere or do something important.

"It's going on ten. I was just moving because my back was hurting."

"Hmm." He sits up, rubbing at his face. "We have work tomorrow. Maybe we should hit the sheets now, anyway."

While I work as an editor at the newspaper, Sora works at a video game store. He keeps his art as a hobby, only occasionally selling his work. More often than not, he draws fantasy—elves and fairies and strange creatures from his mind. We've decided that if I ever decide to publish a novel, he will do the cover art.

Due to Sora's irritability with lack of contact, I make a point of pushing him forward with my hands on his shoulders. He smiles but says nothing. We shuffle along, making a pit stop at the bathroom to brush our teeth—and then it's back to shuffling into the bedroom. Since Sora's practically asleep on his feet due to the drowsiness of his nap, I do him the favor of helping him undress, stripping him down to his boxers with very little help from him. He gets under the covers while I take care of my own clothes. Gathering up all of the discarded articles, I toss them in the hamper by the door.

As I lift the covers in preparation for getting into bed, I regard my snoozing boyfriend. He makes me smile, and he's not even doing anything. He's just lying there, breathing deeply, trying to drift off to sleep. It's almost laughable how much I love him just for being alive.

When I get into bed (I have the right side; he has the left), which is admittedly a couple of minutes later, I snuggle up to him. He's gotten so used to us that he can't fall asleep without us snuggling, actually. As such, he mutters, "About time…."

Grinning, I laugh on the inside but reply, "Sorry. I got caught up in gazing at your radiant beauty."

He snorts derisively, but this is marred by the unbidden smile that tugs at his lips. "Good night, weirdo."

I chuckle. "Good night, goofball." He grins, which makes me do so. I steal a kiss to his temple before settling down to sleep myself.

A/N: Like its predecessor, Crushcrushcrush has exceeded my expectations. It's so long that it can't be a one-shot; instead, I've split it up into shorter chapters. There are six total (if you include the epilogue).

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