Happy Birthday MF!

Gally's Point Of View:


I brushed aside the fact that I was still wearing my work clothes and got into bed, following y/n's order. Everything seemed to hurt but I was numb to any pain when y/n began to kiss all of my visible bruises.


"I care about you." I said as her lips kissed my cheekbone. The sentence made her smile.


"I care about you too." She replied, holding my face. She carefully traced my black eye. "Did he hurt you bad?" Her voice was so gentle, so nice. Y/n's touch soothed each injury.


"Not too bad. You should see him." Paul looked awful after I beat the shit out of him. Fighting was one of those things where once you start it's hard to stop. "They're putting me in the slammer tomorrow, just for a few hours. Paul's getting a whole week after me."


"I don't want to talk about Paul." She thumbed over my lip, slit from the brawl. It had nearly been scabbed over now. "Can I kiss you again?"


"Yeah." Their eyes twinkled as they leaned in kissing me tenderly, their Cupid's bow soft on mine. They were being especially careful as to not hurt my cut. "I missed your lips." I said between kisses. Each one thoughtful and it's own, just like snowflakes. They started pull my shirt up. I helped them by sliding it off of me.


Y/n stopped for a second. Taking in my bare chest, running her fingers over any purple marks. Giving me one last kiss she turned to flip off the light. Then we were in the dark again. Together.


She faced me and entangled our limbs together. Small breaths tickled my neck. We were here together. I liked it. I liked it a lot. In the pale moonlight that hit y/n's face I saw that they closed their eyes. They were probably drowsy from earlier. Then something hit me. Like a semi-truck. I was compelled to say it when they were here. So safe in my arms.


"I think I love you y/n." I blurted. A piece of me was ripped out and offered up to her. I couldn't believe I'd just said that. I didn't know it was possible. Rawness of the moment made it practically naked. "Do you hear me? I love you." My hands gripped into her ribs. They let out a mumble. Barely discernible but I did pick up this part.


"...love you Gally..." The most beautiful syllables to ever be strung together into words.


"What'd you say?" My heart thudded with a certain joy. Y/n loved me too? Her eyes fluttered open.


"Gally I'm trying to sleep." She whispered. "Did you say something?"


"Uh...no. Sorry y/n. Just go back to bed." I moved my elbow up to hook it around her neck. Her head fell against me. With my free hand I stroked her hair. Lulling her back to sleep.


I loved y/n. I really loved her. I could feel it inside of me. Stubbornly taking over my entire body. Making my heart ache and burst from the idea that maybe one day y/n might just maybe love me too.


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(6 days till the next Greenie)


We were still in the same position we fell asleep in the night before. Holding each other. Y/n had woken before me and was just smiling pleasantly at my face.


"Y/n what if we just stayed like this forever?" I had this urge to keep her with me. Attached somehow.


"We'd probably die." She said flatly. "Of starvation."


"Good to know." Last night I had the craziest realization and now it was making me see y/n in a different way. My perspective was tilted. When she got up to change I watched her slip off her nightgown. Exposing the back of her bra and underwear. The same as the swimsuit should be but different. Intimate. Beautiful.


"You're a criminal Gally." She said with her back turned to me. "How do you feel about that?"


"Great." They now we're all finished changing and spun around to me.


"Hey! You looked! You're not supposed to look."


"Sorry." I walked over to kiss them. They allowed a peck but nothing more.


"I can't let a criminal kiss me Gally." Y/n smirked.


"But what if I'm one of the good criminals? Like Robin Hood."


"I don't think so." They gripped on to my shirt. "But maybe after you've done your time and proven you're a functioning member of society I'll give you a present."


"A present?" I asked, looking down at them. They nodded. "Alright then. Slammer it is."


Y/n's Point Of View:


I watched him walk out of the treehouse and turn himself over to the slammer. He saved me. I knew that I could've beaten Paul up. That wouldn't have been a problem. It was more his buddies I had been worried about. I had broken my vow of kissing and I couldn't be happier. It was long overdue.


I knew that I had to hurry with this because Gally would only be locked up for a little while. Three hours to make him a present. The seconds ticked by, a rhythm to my manic process.


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"Number fourty seven said to number three well you're the cutest jailbird I ever did see." I warbled out jokingly at Gally.


"Ha ha that's very funny." He brushed me off as Dave opened up the slammer. I furrowed my brow at him as he walked free.


"No. It's Elvis!"


"What?" Gally was incredibly uncultured. He had much to learn. I clasped his hand in mine, giddy to reveal what I made for him.


"Come on let's just go to the watch tower okay."


"Alright y/n. You gonna give me my present up there or something?"


"Sure." We climbed up and up and up until we reached the top. "Okay sit there. Promise I won't like push you off or anything."


"Thanks." He said, finding a seat.


"Cover your eyes." The anticipation almost crawled out of me. He obliged and I joined him over by the ledge. Grabbing his hand I turned his palm so that it faced up. Taking Gally's surprise out of my pocket I placed it in his hand and curled his fingers over it. "Happy Birthday!" He wore a genuine smile while opening his eyes.


"I don't have a birthday y/n. No one does-" He saw what I'd given him.


"Do you like it?" I asked. The smile grew, making me feel warm. He fidgeted around the leather twine bracelet I'd made.


"Best birthday present I ever got." He said before giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks y/n." Gally squeezed my hand. That's when I realized he was taking notice of my rings. An epiphany came to me. I took one off and slid it on his pinkie.


"Take it. Looks good on you." I matched his grin, just happy to see him so happy.


"You know I'm gonna kiss you now right?" He took hold of my chin. There was something different in his eyes today. Did he always have all of those freckles? They were so pretty. Just like him.


"Yup." My stomach had that weird feeling in it again.


"Good." He tilted my chin up and started kissing my throat.


"What are you doing?" I laughed at the unusual spot he picked.


"Well where else am I supposed to kiss you?" He said with a sort of playfulness. "Ohh I know now." He picked up my elbow and kissed the end of it.


"You're such a freak I love it." My face hurt from smiling.


"Thanks Loser." He said tousling my hair. This was a snapshot of a moment. The kind you never forget...


I never forgot this.

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