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Cody & Randy sat underneath the stars tat glimmers millions and millions miles away, never to be reached, but to be watched.
The air was crisp and cool, the sound of tree frogs and crickets filled that crisped cool air.
Cody and Randy laid ontop of blanket, with a blanket ontop of them.
"Do you see the dipper?" Randy said, pointing at the stars.
"Which one?"
"The little dipper,"
"I don't see it,"
"It's riiiiight . . . . There!" Randy said, turning to Cody and booping him on the nose as he said there.
Cody giggled.
"I am not the lil' dipper,"
"Mhh, yeah you are,"
"Am not!"
"Yeah, yeah you are," Randy said with a boyish grin.
'And what makes you so certain?" Cody asked.
"Well, for one, your small-"
"Small?! Who are you calling small?!"
"You, lil' dipper,"
"I am not small!" Cody protested.
"Compared to me yes you are," Randy stated.
Cody huffed, Randy chuckling.
"I guess you're right," Cody said, Randy chuckling again as he said so, pulling Cody closer to his body and kissing the top of his head.
"Does that mean your the big dipper?" Cody asked.
"Surd does, always smeans I have a big co-"
"Enough," Cody said, Randy bursting into laughter.
"You're something else," Cody said.
"I know, it's why you love me so much," Randy said.
"Yeah," Cody said, kissing Randy on the lips. "You're right, you're always right," Cody mumbled with a smile . . . .