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"And I have brought some props and costumes. We can do each other's makeup . And we can do manicure . We will dance to our favorite songs. It will be fun And of course home karaoke . " "And what about pillow fight that guys think we do?" "I told you that we won't talk about boys "

he abruptly asked suppressing a laugh. "I'm still thinking about it. Besides, what if you're the one giving birth? Maybe you don't want to get pregnant right away." "That's unfair! That's not the whole goal." "Then what? Have fun during sex and goodbye partner next day?" He growled and I chuckled. Sometimes, small talks are way deeper than we could ever imagine. "Wow, you think a lot." I giggled then yawned. Finally my eyelids closed. "Well, what if you girls are the ones to seduce us when we're angry?"

"Yeah." After a moment of silence, I shared, "I loved the sex especially. The new variety, sex on the beach." He guffawed, "I see what you did there." The car continued its journey as our conversation turned to lighter topics like movies, music, and TV shows. We share our thoughts on the latest fads and trends, laughing and joking along the way.

“And heaven forbid you don’t make millions of dollars every year to throw the pigskin across a turf of sweaty men!” We burst out laughing together, and something about that laugh alone makes the anxiety I’ve been harboring dissipate slightly. We order our meals—chicken legs drenched in BBQ sauce, fries, and salads—and talk about any old thing that comes to mind. Every so often, one of us compares the Ozarks and the Shoremen, even going so far as to start hating their fight songs. I jest, “You guys talk about slaughtering others! That’s just crazy talk!”

he snorts. “Oh I don't know, I was thinking we could get an Uber into town, maybe visit a restaurant and go to the cinema or bowling,” I shrug. “Do what?” he laughs, clearly having no idea what I'm talking about. “Ugh, what do you guys do for fun in this realm?” “We have parties with dancing, but they're not really my scene. We watch TV, play video games, go for walks or a swim, run as wolves, read books,” he shrugs.

"No, it's alright. We don't have much to catch up on. It's the same chat over businesses and families." Dylan said, and I knew how annoyed he gets from those conversations. He was the type of person who enjoyed more chats on random stuff, like games, music, sports, events, etc. . . . "Oh! You're right, I guess. " There was probably nothing more Niall would have said. "You both can talk on privacy. I'll go back to my room. "

"I just did not count that day because we both know that you were never against it. You even enjoyed it. So, technically, this is the first time that you've become truly against having public sex with me, which again, I understand. And why do we even keep on talking about public sex? This is not what we should be focusing on." This time, I wasn't able to hold back my laugh anymore. "You sound so ridiculous. And it was you who opened up that topic! But you're right, that's not what we should focus on." Gunner nodded immediately and consecutively, which reminded me of that Japanese lucky cat figurine. And having that thought made me laugh again. "What is so funny?" Gunner asked with a frown. I

Exchanging ideas and beliefs, and even speculations and conspiracy theories about things that just made and made no sense. We talked about various of things. From school politics to school rules and regulations, from personal experiences to personal problems, from academic to extracurricular activities, from University Day to Graduation Day, and even from the past murder victims to possibly the next. It was all fun and games and nothing was meant to be treated seriously. Everything was just supposedly for squandering the time and filling the gaps in the air, until someone (I could not identify who) had fearlessly and dauntlessly brought in a very sensitive topic. One that was forbidden to be

Logan looked thoughtful. “That feels oddly specific.” “It is.” I immediately pointed at her. “We’re not telling that story.” “You’re no fun.” “No.” “Fair.” For the next twenty minutes, conversation flowed surprisingly easily. At one point, Logan mentioned his current dorm roommate. The one apparently conducting science experiments. And somehow that led to a fifteen-minute discussion about the weirdest roommates we’d ever heard of. By the end of it, all three of us were laughing. Which made the decision pretty easy.

That didn't last, either. My parents like to watch movies with us at least once a week. We all are supposed to eat dinner and talk and a lot of the time Dad picks bad movies on purpose so we end up making fun of it together. Its wholesome fun. So one night, I'd finished my homework and none of my friends were available. Mom had also been pressuring me to spend more time with everyone before I went to Caltech next year. So I did. Dinner was fine. More than fine. We all spoke openly about what was going on in our lives (well, mostly), we laughed at Dad's stupid jokes and Mom got us talking about things that were changing in her field of science. August told a long meandering story that ended w