_{I knew your name was a name I'd remember;
Tyler Jadin Melae darling.
Age is never a factor;
20 years old.
They'll never get how our relationship works;
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? [.Family.]
And they'll never hear the exact story;
"Darling, I don't even remember the first time we met. Our mums are twins and pretty much went through pregnancy together. You know, the whole 'let's go buy baby outfits together!' thing. True, you are like eighteen days older then me but whatever, it's not my fault that I was a new years child. So yea, we grew up together. Shared barbies, went out on double dates, pretty much everything you would do with a best friend but we were actually cousins. When your mom and dad split you started coming over to my house a lot more, sometimes staying weekends and whatnot. My mom sort of became your adoptive mom and we're both okay with that because we act like siblings anyway. Neither of us brought up the whole 'moving in together' thing up till recently. I was fed up with my roommate and you were fed up with your dad... So we decided to rent. We were both capable of holding up our own in the real world but together we were capable of renting at 12th and Holly. Amazing isn't it? Living with you is amazing because we don't ruffle each other's feathers ever. I love you Cambaby. <33"
We spilled our souls out to eachother;
"Rodeo Barbie is MINE Cam!" "No. Dreamgirl Barbie is your's Ty, Rodeo Barbie is MINE!"
And you still call me baby;
"Love you Cambaby."}

_{I knew your name was a name I'd remember;
Azure O. Evrid.
Age is never a factor;
Twenty six.
They'll never get how our relationship works;
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand [.Friends.With.Benefits.]
We live on front porches and swing life away [.On.Off.Friends.]
And they'll never hear the exact story;
Now we all know Azure is how he is and how he is isn’t exactly the most gentlemanly of things… but considering all in all… he isn’t too awful, is he? Mhmm… to some degrees… The model was found at one of the parties that the fashion darlings love to throw. And Azure, by chance, was there for some reason or another that we care not to mention. In his monkey suit looking all fine was he, suit, tie, slacks, shoes. Hell he could die and they needn’t change his attire! Mhmm… He made a few lies did a little dealing when a chat with one Lady Camella arrived. Made himself into some grand sort of guy before the damsel ended rather tipsy and amused enough by his fabulous lying skills to come home with him. It was only the next morning, after a little wrestling under the sheets, that she figured out he was not exactly who he said he was. Since forth a relationship has emerged though it’s rather rocky. One day friendship, another day pure loathing… most of it done on the girl’s end, him being the rather steady bloke he is and not really giving a shit when she’s pissy. Unless of course her being pissy means him being shoved out of her apartment on a cold, cold, windy winter day with nothing but a pillow covering his ass. Heh. Sexual relations have followed the temperamental rollercoaster. Him not overly fond of the prospect of commitment (truth be known she’d drive him up a wall if he had to put up with her more then he has to, to get in her pants on a good day when she‘s thinking the same) and her, well, we are deathly sure she rather not be stuck with a rather ‘poor’ misfit of society such as him. She can do better. Surely. Not that he hasn’t been there through the exes and the boyfriends and all. Him and her picks never do get along. Ah well, like he gives a shit.
We spilled our souls out to eachother;
Oh, aren’t you something special? A hooker with class.
And you still call me baby;
Mhmm… yummie, darling, yummie.}