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It was your 17th birthday.
Abby had been buzzing about it for a few weeks now, saying that her present was the best thing you'd ever receive ever.
She knocked on your door rapidly, the sun was barely rising. After she made her way in and woke you up, helped you dress for the weather, she didn't let you do any work. No supplying the shelves in the hospital, or helping to collect what's been grown. You somehow managed to get
away with not doing any work since no one asked you about it the whole day, maybe she pulled a few strings.
"Abby! Okay-Okayy!" Warm lips pressed against your face as you gently pushed the blonde away, both of your faces the same pink colour. She had already kissed you 17 times, now apparently wanting to do it 1700 times.
You were sat against a big oak tree, sharing a bar of chocolate that she had managed to trade for a few dirty trading cards that she had found. You had been out all day, by the river: splashing around, by the clearing: making flower crowns. Now, the sun that peeked through the leaves above you gave you a pale orange glow.
She grinned as you pressed her away, only to lean her head against your shoulder.
"You have the softest cheeks ever, don't blame me!"
Your eyes rolled at her, watching a few leaves sway down as the wind pushed them along. You instinctively leaned against her as the air brushed past you.
"Today's been great, Abs. I'm sure gonna miss not doing any work after today.."
She smiled proudly, glad to have made you happy.
"Today's isn't done yet, muffin. I've got one more thing for you. Well, actually two things, wait-"
She reached into her backpack, fishing out an object poorly wrapped with old newspaper. You eagerly unwrapped it to find two handmade wooden cylinders, faces and details carved onto them. It wasn't realistic; circles for eyes and lines for the smiles, but it was cute.
"It's me and you..." She replied to your silence, rubbing her neck and finding interest in her boots.
You stared at the two wooden pieces that fit in your palm. Abby kept her eyes to her boots as she crossed her legs. It seemed like she overestimated how amazing her present was.
"If you don't like them I can get you something els—"
"No! No no, Abby! Not at all! I love these, they are SO cute! I love you!"
She was cut off by your arms around her neck, squeezing her tight. There was no way you'd be this happy over two pieces of wood, but here you were, giggling and squeezing her, saying you loved her.
"I love you too– I love you too!" Her mouth blurted out and squeezes you back, squeezing a laugh out of you.
You tried to aim for her lips, but yours crashed against her chin before making their way to hers. Ignoring your embarrassed noise, she kissed you back. She tasted like cocoa and sugar and she was perfect. She let out a sigh like she had been holding back those words for the longest time. She had. And so had you.