More and More Story

I'm getting quite the list of links for you guys to drop over to if you want to see the earlier parts of this tale. Here, here,   here  , here. and right here. Oh and don't forget here.

It's time for the story, and how time has flown. You're not going to believe how this tale has grown. Our pair went to the picnic, they had a great time. but this is ridiculous, always speaking in rhyme.

The weekends were spent in tractors, noon hours were booked. When the internship ended and the prince would stay home, she'd go to his place to get lunch. One evening while talking, he leaned over close, and something connected right under her nose. Boy that was awkward, didn't go so well, but they got it figured out and things turned out swell. Out on a boat, on the Fourth of July, he held the princesses' hand for the first time. They shared more of their secrets, and promised to keep it. They had dreams and fears, and plans to last years. One evening by accident she let the words slip. Three words on her tongue, that off the edge tipped. The prince couldn't believe it. "Never thought you'd say it first." Then "How'd you beat me to it? I was getting ready to." It took him a day, but soon he followed, then it became habit for both of them to.  The months marched on by, time seemed to fly. At night he'd beg her not to say goodbye. "I wish I could stay here, and time would stand still." But the clock just kept ticking, despite all his will. Soon the time came for the prince to depart, the summer was past, time for college to start. The day that he left, she got her first hug. It helped the ache in her chest and the empty space in her lungs. She sent him off with food, a book, and a card. Some trinkets and giggles. Goodbye was hard. "I'll be back in five days" was what he assured, but it was only a few hours before he wanted to turn back, just like she was wishing. For the first few days, things were quite awkward. The prince wasn't quite sure how to talk with a roommate. He'd text now and then, but he wouldn't stay up late. Then he discovered the outside, and he'd talk to her for hours. A bit of a discussion, and he discovered his nerve. Now both boys are quite comfortable goofing off with each other, with their ladies on the phone.
They both pined for the weekends, the wait drove them insane. When Friday night came, the excitement was high. Saturday and Sunday, my how time did fly. The prince made his life goal to get her feet tickled. Chased her 'round the house, while she screamed and she giggled. Knocked over chairs, slammed all the doors, and broke a leg off the bed. But her feet remained safe, and he didn't wind up dead.

 One Saturday night, they went to the rodeo, sat in the top seats, paid some attention to the show. She was too short to see over the crowd, and he was too tall, when the rafters cracked him it was loud. When the cowboy fun was over, they  made a dash for Mick-D's, loaded down with ice cream, then headed home through the hills.
They worked on the semi, laid pipe, then irrigated, tromping through the mud. He ordered a pizza, that was meant to be a sub. The sandwich artist kind of panicked, didn't know how to ring it up.
They stumbled on some t-shirts. He just had to have them. They ordered them in, and that got some giggles. He was glued to her side, when church came around.
In the evenings he'd call her, they'd talk late through the night. He'd fall asleep first, before they'd say goodnight. Her pictures were hung up all over the place. Both pickups, his billfold, and right there on the fridge. She had his on the computer, her desk, and the wallet. One evening he whispered, "My address is 204" so she started sending letters, and poetry, and more. "I've got it all on my cork board. I've shown all my friends."
"Stop doing that." She warned. "Or I won't do it again. I wrote those for you, not for anyone else." He'd just laugh and she'd giggle, then send something else.
I think I'll stop here. You're pretty well caught up. Tomorrow's the weekend, maybe there'll be something new.