Hey everyone...this is short, and a oneshot, but I really love it, because it's a conversation I had with my two best friends, who are my cousins =) all except for the part about Daniel, because even though he exists, I only love him like a brother, I just thought it would be funny if I didn't. =P
PLEASE R&R! I will love you forever if you do!

-Calasin x

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"Batman should have a wife…" I mused, resting back against Daniel, comfortable beyond belief. His arms were around me and his face buried in my neck. He was tired; we'd been up all night talking to my best friends and cousins Mariah and Harriet. We had been inseparable since birth. Daniel was Mariah's brother. Some people didn't agree, and thought our relationship was wrong, but I didn't care. What people think can't affect my life, and I refuse to give up the only thing in my life that has made me happy just because someone doesn't think it's 'right'. It was a cliché, I know, but I couldn't help it…I had been in love with Daniel since day one. My first memory of him is when I was 2 and we were playing and I fell over and grazed my knee -and while Harriet and Mariah started crying too, not knowing what to do- Daniel, being three years older than me, comforted me until I stopped crying and then took me to my mother. Mariah hadn't been too supportive of our relationship but she'd come round.

I loved him with all of my heart, and I'd never give that up, not because of what anybody thought. I had never been that type anyway; I had never cared about what other people thought.

"What!?" Harriet said incredulously to my statement about Batman, breaking off from her rant about Orlando Bloom in Pirates of the Caribbean.

"Well he should! I mean, he's always lonely, poor Batsy!" I turned to look at her, trying to justify my random thought.

"He is so not lonely. Batman could have an woman he wanted, he's a SUPERHERO! DUH!" Harriet was looking at me like I was stupid. I stuck my tongue out at her.

"No way, he can't tell everyone he's Batman. And all the women who want to marry Bruce Wayne, only wanna marry him for his money! And he has to have someone who understands he's a superhero!"

"You are so random," Mariah commented, shaking her head.

"And that's why you both love me!" I answered, happily, practically bouncing up and down in Daniel's lap.

"Who told you that?" Harriet asked jokingly.

"LIES! Don't deny it, you know you do!" I exclaimed, and Daniel laughed quietly at my childishness.

"I don't remember ever telling you so," Mariah raised an eyebrow, deciding to team up with Harriet. They did that sometimes, it was a game we had. Usually one of us was left out, when the other two turned against them jokingly, but I now had an ally. Daniel. I always managed to convince him to join in, with a pout and a suggestive smile. All I had to do was kiss the spot on his jaw that made him go crazy to give in. I turned to him, and he shook his head, smiling softy, and I pouted. So he sighed, and buried his neck in my face once again, not wanting to be a part of our game.

"Heh, You may never have…but your brother sure did," I said to Mariah, turning to look at my amazingly handsome boyfriend. He smirked and leaned down to kiss me, as my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. His taste, his scent, everything about him was unbearably intoxicating.

"Gross! You two are just simply gross!" Mariah said causing us to pull apart, and I laughed.

"Well, I for one love how you two gross her out! Keep going!" Harriet said, and I turned back towards Daniel, glad to have a reason to make out again. Not that we needed a reason…just wanting to was reason enough. He was smiling now into the kiss, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. I pulled away and shook my head at him, and he pleaded with his eyes, making a puppy dog face. I laughed, and he cursed under his breath.

"I'll get you back for this," He whispered in my ear, his hot breath on my neck making me shiver.

"Okay, now you're grossing me out too!" Harriet exclaimed, and this time Daniel laughed, his deep chuckle vibrating through his chest, and I felt happy. I began tracing his features, his full lips, his straight nose, his strong jaw, his beautiful chocolate eyes, his prominent cheekbones…

I was immensely grateful to be surrounded by people who I loved, and people who loved me, for who I am. I wouldn't swap this for anything in the world, I thought, settling myself more comfortably in his lap. I love you, I mouthed at him. I love you too, he mouthed back. And just like that, my world was perfect.