You should shut up about questions that were obviously being asked to foster parents not holier than thou adoptive parents with prefect adoptions. Besides, no one wants to hear from one of bujnik's favorites anyway.
I…answered an open question about post-adoption agreements? And there is nothing “prefect” about Dictator’s adoption? And whatever your beef with Will, I’m a fan of his, so…?
*Lucille Bluth squinting and closing the door gif*
This semi-based off of and I repeat semi-based off of an actual experience and that is a gif from that experience. And when I say semi- based off of I mean my cousin and I saw Coldplay in chicago and the show almost got cancelled bc of one thunderstorm and then we walked 6 miles back to our hotel in another thunderstorm and my shoes murdered my feet those are the only real things. Also sorry if this sucks I have no train of thought right now :/
Simon and I had been best friends since we were kids. We’d both always had a love for music but completely different kinds of music. I was more of an Alternative Rock and Pop kind of person while he preferred grime, rap and punk rock. My favorite band of all was Coldplay and Simon was well aware of it too. A couple months back I’d tried to get tickets to their concert at Wembley with no prevail but for my birthday Simon had surprised me with tickets and today was the day. About mid-afternoon there was a knock on the door of my flat.
“Are you ready for the best night of your life, Y/N?” Simon asked smiling
“Of course”, I laughed.
“Good we’re going to dinner first”, he said revealing a bouquet of red roses he had behind his back.
“These are beautiful”, I said admiring them, “you shouldn’t have.”
“It’s your day I had to”
I put the roses in a vase and followed Simon out the door. We walked a couple blocks to the place Simon ha picked for dinner. It was a fancy restaurant right between my flat and Wembley. We sat down at a table where they brought us glasses of wine and a basket of bread.
“You didn’t have to do this”, I smiled, “you could’ve gotten take out and we could’ve sat in my flat all evening and I would’ve been just as happy.”
“I had to, Y/N, you’ve been looking forward to this day basically your whole life I had to make it as special as possible. He then raised his glass, "here’s to your patience.”
“To my patience”, I said with a laugh.
We clinked glasses and finished our dinner and walked a few blocks to Wembley. I was shaking with excitement walking to our seats. Simon had somehow managed to acquire perfect Seats looking straight down the stage and I was in awe.
“These are great”, I grinned, “you can see everything perfectly”
As the concert began my excitement was at an all-time high and Simon thought it was absolutely hilarious. I had basically become an insane fangirl right before his eyes and he was loving every bit of it. As the concert went on so did my rollercoaster of emotions tears were shed more laughs were shared and eventually it was all over. As we left Wembley, the beautiful summer evening had turned into a torrential rain storm and with no cabs in sight, we were forced to walk back to my flat. I hadn’t chosen the most comfortable shoes in the first place and then after drowning them and walking 6 kilometers they were extremely uncomfortable and had become rather painful.
I looked down to investigate and Simon must’ve followed my gaze to my bloody ankles. “Holy shit Y/N that does not look good do you want me to carry you the rest of the way because I can?”
“No it’s only a few more blocks but thanks”, I replied.
We walked the final few blocks to my flat. Upon entrance, I promptly removed my shoes bandaged my blistered heels and sat down on the sofa next to Simon.
“Thank you”, I said breaking the silence, “for the best night of my life and for being so wonderful no matter the rain or my horrible shoes.”
He laughed, "You’re welcome, I had a pretty great time tonight too thanks to you.“
"You’re just easily entertained by my excitement.”
“I just love seeing you so happy.”
“Hey you made that happen, you bought the tickets, you brought me roses, you arranged dinner and you were there it was all you”, I said laying my head on the back of the couch
“You really think so”, he blushed bringing his face closer to mine.
“I know so”, I grinned.
He pressed his lips to mine passionately as if he’d been waiting the entire evening to do so. I ran my fingers through his damp hair as he slipped his arms around my neck.
We pulled away and he smiled, “I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.”
“Me too”, I agreed laying my head on his shoulder.