Prompt: #2 - Couple

Word Count: 278

They were freaks, no doubt about it.

Paulie Bleeker, the freakishly fast runner with the puppy eyes and warm smile, and Juno MacGuff, the knocked up delinquent with the sharp tongue and ebony hair. A couple of freakish freaks who'd grown up in one another's pocket and were now attached at the hip.

"We're a total couple of freaks, you know that, right?" said Juno, biting into some red licorice. They were at Bleeker's home, doing their homework (in theory, anyway). Bleeker was sitting on his bed, trying to write and keep Juno's legs sprawled across his lap at the same time.

"Hm? Freaks?" Bleeker looked up at Juno with honest confusion in his eyes, "You're not a freak,"

"Well, we hardly belong to what you'd classify as the 'normal' kind of people,"

"What's normal?" Bleeker looked curious, now. Juno smiled thinly.

"Not us,"

Bleeker put his homework on the floor, and then twisted his body so that he was lying next to Juno. He put his arms around her, and she snuggled into his embrace.

"Do you think you're a freak?" Bleeker asked softly.

"I'm not normal,"

Bleeker let out a wry chuckle.

"That's not what I asked,"

Juno tilted her head. They were so close Bleeker could feel her eyelashes flutter on his cheek. She seemed to genuinely consider the question now.

"I guess it depends on your definition of freakiness. Whatever it is, if I'm a freak, then you're definitely a freak,"

"I am?" Bleeker smiled.

"You're my boyfriend, right?"

Bleeker tilted his head up and kissed her on the forehead.

"Yeah, Juno," he murmured, pulling her even closer, "We're a total couple of freaks,"