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time | late evening

We're both soaking wet.

Good thing I'm not wearing any white.

"You jerk!" I spout the millionth time at Brolin. I should be pissed at him for getting us both wet. Yet, I'm not. And my annoyance is more of a facade. I'm just having trouble containing my laughter now.

We both look ridiculous; soaking wet and goofy.

"You look stupid," I say reaching up on my tippy toes and petting his hair.

His nice wet brown hair.

Brolin chuckles. "You're not wearing white," he states this as if it's the best thing he's ever realized.

I beam. "I know!"

We both laugh.

As we're walking down the sidewalks of Havendust, I'm surprised no one's given us weird looks. Two people, soaking wet, laughing as if they're under the influence.

We're under the influence of yolo. As corny as that might sound, that's what it feels like. Going back to that, "Karen you must not take a lot of risks if something as going through Havendust's spray ground is something you'd consider risky." But that's how my life was before I'd met Brolin. It wasn't fun, I didn't take risks, and I was a pathetic little thing.

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Credit: @bittersweetwriting