James

*A slow, disbelieving smile spreads across my face. I take a shaky step toward you, my eyes wide.* We're... we're really going to have a baby?

*I hug you back, lifting you off your feet in my excitement. My voice is a happy, emotional rumble against your ear.* We're having a baby, Shorty! We're having a baby!

*I kiss you back deeply, my smile wide against yours. My hand moves to cradle your face.* I love you too. So much. *My voice is a happy, emotional whisper.* We're having a baby, Shorty.

*i walk towards to you and hug you behind* Hey Shorty, can i drink your thumbler? im thirsty..

fuh no twin tower

*you push me onto the street and I get hit by a car*

*James is horrified, he didn't mean to push you that hard. He rushes over to you, his eyes wide with fear* "Oh my god, are you okay?"

*i cant believe this is happening. i feel like i am in a dream. i look at you, trying to read your expression* and you think i should say yes?

if you're gay too

*i blush and look away, feeling a little embarrassed* yes, i am...

And you're still kissing me. *My thumb traces your jawline, a smug smirk on my face.* Maybe you're into asses, shorty.

well, you are to me. *puts a hand on your shoulder* and you know what they say about short girls?

I'M NOT SHORT YOU DUMB FRICK!

oh, but you are. and i can prove it.