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"What do like the most about me?"
You stared into those swirling, twirling, whirling blue and pink eyes. What was it about him that you adored the most? He had asked you and was now patiently waiting for your response. It was not the way that time slowed when your eyes locked. Though, that did happen and every single time it just nearly took your breath away, sometimes almost literally. It was most certainly not the way his slightly pinkish hair fell into his eyes. It was not his lithe and wiry body or even his sense of humor. It was not to way his flashed his charming smiles all the time, though you did have a thing for his pearly whites. It was not the crooked grin he would flash when he was being mischievous, doing something he knew player one self would most full heartedly disapprove of.
Sure, all of those other things were great. Your chest tightened when he smiled at you as if you were the only one in the room to look at. You were pretty sure the background blurred when you caught his gaze. But all of that aside, the part of him that really got you was his freckles. They dotted his skin in the most unusual patterns but you adored them. He loathed them, trying to cover them up with makeup and concealing creams of sorts. Often times, the two of you wouldn't be able to go out until he had covered up the freckles that he detested so much. 2P France claimed that Artie was the girl in the relationship you had. To respond, you punched him in the face. He had no right to insult your boyfriend.
It was just his freckles.
"Well poppet?" Artie asked.
He was almost anxious of your answer. You smiled and leaned in to give him a firm kiss. He smiled into it, accepting it most gratefully. When you pulled away, you smiled and pressed your forehead to his. It gave you the perfect view of his freckles. You smiled, wanting to place butterfly kisses on each one, but it would only make Artie self conscious. Having him get self conscious would take hours upon hours of assuring him that despite those freckles, he was beautiful in your eyes, dashing, gorgeous, handsome, however many compliments you would have to shower upon him you would. Despite that, he never believed any of them. But you liked telling him anyways, because he would get embarrassed and a cute blush would cross his cheeks.
"Everything," you whispered, "I love you for you…"
His smile was worth it.
You stared into those swirling, twirling, whirling blue and pink eyes. What was it about him that you adored the most? He had asked you and was now patiently waiting for your response. It was not the way that time slowed when your eyes locked. Though, that did happen and every single time it just nearly took your breath away, sometimes almost literally. It was most certainly not the way his slightly pinkish hair fell into his eyes. It was not his lithe and wiry body or even his sense of humor. It was not to way his flashed his charming smiles all the time, though you did have a thing for his pearly whites. It was not the crooked grin he would flash when he was being mischievous, doing something he knew player one self would most full heartedly disapprove of.
Sure, all of those other things were great. Your chest tightened when he smiled at you as if you were the only one in the room to look at. You were pretty sure the background blurred when you caught his gaze. But all of that aside, the part of him that really got you was his freckles. They dotted his skin in the most unusual patterns but you adored them. He loathed them, trying to cover them up with makeup and concealing creams of sorts. Often times, the two of you wouldn't be able to go out until he had covered up the freckles that he detested so much. 2P France claimed that Artie was the girl in the relationship you had. To respond, you punched him in the face. He had no right to insult your boyfriend.
It was just his freckles.
"Well poppet?" Artie asked.
He was almost anxious of your answer. You smiled and leaned in to give him a firm kiss. He smiled into it, accepting it most gratefully. When you pulled away, you smiled and pressed your forehead to his. It gave you the perfect view of his freckles. You smiled, wanting to place butterfly kisses on each one, but it would only make Artie self conscious. Having him get self conscious would take hours upon hours of assuring him that despite those freckles, he was beautiful in your eyes, dashing, gorgeous, handsome, however many compliments you would have to shower upon him you would. Despite that, he never believed any of them. But you liked telling him anyways, because he would get embarrassed and a cute blush would cross his cheeks.
"Everything," you whispered, "I love you for you…"
His smile was worth it.
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