"I FUCKING LOVE STAR WARS!" she yelled at the flashing tv screen, frantically leaning forward, throwing a worn down cushion around the room.
He smiled. "A girl who fucking loves star wars." He glanced at her face, but she didn't seem to notice. "You know," he grinned, as he followed her concentrated eyes toward the screen, "sometimes, I think I love you."
"FUCK YEAH OBI WAN, FUCK YEAH-!!!!" Euphorically, she turned around. "DID YOU SEE THAT?!" She stuffed crisps in her mouth and looked back at the screen, not having heard a single word of his small confession. He didn't mind, and smiled as she enthusiastically tried to formulate precisely how epic the movie had been. "Never going to know, you are," he mumbled with a Yoda-like voice, his eyes still fixed on her undisturbed lips.
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