Isabelle

“What’re you doing?”
“I’m painting. Can I lift your shirt up?”
“You’re going to paint on my stomach?” I ask, already knowing the answer before he nods. “It’s not flat.”
“I have seen your stomach before,” he says, like I’m ridiculous for even pointing it out. “Why does that matter?”
“It’s just not toned, and I have some marks.”
“It isn’t weird to me that you have stretch marks.”
“I’m not insecure. I like my body. Other people seeing it isn’t something I’m used to, that’s all. I was just worried it wouldn’t be a good canvas.”
“You’re my perfect canvas, Halle. Every part of you. But good to both of those things. I like your body, too, and I like being the only one to see it.”
― Hannah Grace, Daydream

“Reading books is definitely the best hobby a person can have.”
― Hannah Grace, Daydream

“Are you being unreasonable to start a fight?” he asks. “It’s fine if you are, but can you save your rage until we get home? If we’re going to fight about this, we should fight about it somewhere we can make up.”
“We’re not fighting, and I’m not being unreasonable.”
“My bad. I meant dramatic.” I mumble that I’m not and he tugs a little on my ponytail to force me to look up at him. “And you are.” He pecks my lips and I melt like the weak woman I am. “But I don’t mind. We haven’t had a fight yet. It’s a good experience for you.”
“If you tell me I’m dramatic one more time we are going to be fighting.”
He grins, and after a losing streak, seeing him genuinely happy after a game is a dream. “You’re not doing a lot for your ‘I’m not dramatic’ case.”
“We’re officially fighting,” I declare. In my head I sound serious and intimidating, but he gives me that damn smile and kisses the tip of my nose, and it’s clear he does not care one bit.
“Two wins and a fight with you? I’m so lucky.”
― Hannah Grace, Daydream

“I’ve never had a thing for fictional characters, but Halle as Space Jam Lola Bunny might have unlocked something in me.”
― Hannah Grace, Daydream