The grip and sudden movement catches her off guard and she squeals, burying her face against his neck as he spins her. She feels so tiny against him, weightless, like she would go flying across the apartment if he let her go right now, mid-spin. But the best part is that she knows he won't. He never would. She wraps her legs around his waist, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Noah, I couldn't have-...this would never have happened without-without you here and I love you so so much."
She hasn't made a MySpace video in a while. After high school, she figured out that she was more in demand when she put out request-filling videos only. But she hasn't gotten a request in a while. Tonight, though, the camera may be better served documenting every second of this, them, here.
"I'm so lucky to have you." She tells him again, running her hands along his arms. "So lucky. You have-...I can't tell you how much having you here right now means to me." It's funny, really. She feels like she should be running around, calling everyone, spilling the big news. It feels like that's what Old Rachel would want. But she's not Old Rachel. She hasn't been in a very long time. And tonight, she thinks maybe she doesn't want to do that at all. "No. Tonight is for us." Tonight is just for her. New Rachel. And the man who helped her get there.
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Date: 2012-02-06 03:52 am (UTC)She hasn't made a MySpace video in a while. After high school, she figured out that she was more in demand when she put out request-filling videos only. But she hasn't gotten a request in a while. Tonight, though, the camera may be better served documenting every second of this, them, here.
"I'm so lucky to have you." She tells him again, running her hands along his arms. "So lucky. You have-...I can't tell you how much having you here right now means to me." It's funny, really. She feels like she should be running around, calling everyone, spilling the big news. It feels like that's what Old Rachel would want. But she's not Old Rachel. She hasn't been in a very long time. And tonight, she thinks maybe she doesn't want to do that at all. "No. Tonight is for us." Tonight is just for her. New Rachel. And the man who helped her get there.