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It was ten fifty-one P.M. I was sitting on my front porch with a book and my dog, waiting for you to bring my contacts case over. I had accidentally left it at your house after church, and you had gladly agreed to bring it over.

I flipped another page in my book, not really interested; my eyes just skimmed over the pages. I was far too occupied looking up and down the street, waiting to see your cousin's red Jeep. I had wanted to be outside when you got there, looking casually uninterested and cute. Unfortunately, at the moment you pulled up, I just had to go in and check to see if anyone had IMed me.

When I got back outside, you were jumping out of the back of the Jeep. I grinned. You were wearing shorts and a sleeveless shirt, and I thought you looked radiant.

You ran up to the porch, smiling at me and leaning over to pet my dog. You knew how much I loved my dog, and, even though you were slightly scared of the species, you made it a point to love and cherish my dog, too. He licked your hand and wound himself around you, standing behind your tall frame. I put my hands on my hips.

"Hey! He's my dog; he should be standing behind me! He *always* stands behind me!"

You grinned up at me. "He likes me. He's gonna go home with me tonight."

I looked at my dog, who was peering up at me contentedly from behind your legs. I couldn't help but smile. I thought, if my dog liked him, he was definitely a great guy. My dog was very sensitive to peoples' natures.

You reached into your pocket, producing my contact case. I smiled. Now I could rid myself of my jade eyes that you so disliked. I didn't like them very much anymore, either. They were a reminder of my bad side, my irrational side. You loved my dark cinnamon eyes.

You and I both, my love.

I stood on the step to my porch (our porch only has one step) and looked at you, my head cocked to the side, as you kissed me on the cheek. "Is that all I get?" I giggled.

You smiled knowingly. "No." And you leaned in and kissed me deeply.

I thought it was so romantic, you and I, standing on my porch, my dog wound around your legs, kissing. The moon was shining, and so were my eyes - even when your cousin and his girlfriend started awwww-ing really loud from the Jeep. We both laughed and broke apart.

"You'll call me later?" you asked sweetly.

I smiled and nodded.

"One o'clock." You said.

I looked at my watch. It was eleven-eleven. "One o'clock." I echoed.

You leaned in and kissed me again and petted my dog before running back to the Jeep. I sighed as I watched you climb in the back. You were so pretty.

iAnd I always catch the clock, it's eleven-eleven, and you wanna talk.i

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