"They made a major mistake," he blurted out, "the dumb bastards, when they didn't start by killing you first."
“Benjamin Thomas Parish, that was the sweetest and most bizarre compliment anyone’s ever given me.”
I kissed him on the cheek. He kissed me on the mouth.
“You know,” I whispered, “a year ago, I would have sold my soul for that.”
He shook his head. “Not worth it.”

for a girl and a boy running around with rifles and grenades that should be worrying about promposals and making out when they're studying for their chem final, comparing the patterns of their phone cases and keeping a picture of the other as their lockscreen. they should be bonding over weird namesakes and be in love.

fuck aliens.

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