Leo's P.O.V.

The security guard comes over, and shakes his head and rolls his eyes. He points at us, and then flings his finger to point at the door.

Nico and I laugh, and sigh in defeat. We stand, and exit the fast food restaurant. The officer slams the doors shut behind us, and we laugh hysterically.

"That was awesome!" I declare.

Nico nods. We stop, and stare at each other with smiles. "You wanted to move further, right?" I ask. I walk closer to him, and pick him up, bridal style.

"Wh- Leo!" he scolds, but I simply smirk. I kiss his cheek, and begin down the street, feeling his cold ring against my neck as he clings onto me.

Who cares how cliche this is? I love it. Besides, cliche doesn't happen in real life. . . right?

I feel Nico kiss my neck. "Where are we going?" he asks.

I shrug the best I could without moving him up with a jolt, "Where do you want to go?"

He kisses me again, and I stop walking as he pulls my lips down to his. "I want to go to the movies. I have money." he responds.

I try to come up with a joke but I'm awestruck, and I simply nod and nuzzle his cheek with my nose.

Now, there's only one thing left to ask: "Uh, Nico. Which way is the theater?"

Nico rolls his eyes and points forward, "Onward, peasant."

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Third Person P.O.V.

We decided to watch Snowden. Though when the movie started, we weren't paying full attention to the film. Nico pushed the armrest between us back up, and scooted close to me. He grabbed my hand with his, and threw his leg over mine. He relaxed, and looked back up at the film.

I moved closer to him, too. I cupped our intertwined hands with my other, and let my shoulder squeeze behind his. He rests his head on my shoulder.

"You're adorable." he says. I smile, but I try not to say anything.

After a few more scenes, he kisses my lips and tells me he loves me. I tell him I love him too. Though, behind his eyes, I could see he was holding something back, something he wanted to share. The flicker is gone within a millisecond, and I watch the edges of his lips bend upward. I kiss those lips.

I let go of our hands and slip it through his hair. His other hand goes through mine. Another kiss is shared, until our eyes drift back to the movie.

If only it was like this every single day of my life--no, of our life, because we are much more than just the two individuals we appear to simply be.

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