Something romantic

Rachel blushed as she scribbled furiously on the page, only to pause and scratch out something before continuing to write. Her hand finally stopped moving as she read over her words, her nervousness and excitement evident in her trembling hands and tense expression.

Without saying a word, Rachel closed the notebook and passed it to David with shaking hands. He took it cautiously, feeling his own tension rise as if expecting an explosion or for the book to vanish into thin air. But nothing happened, he was left holding the plastic-covered notebook, his heart racing from the anticipation.

Gingerly, David opened the notebook, flipping through pages until he reached Rachel's message. His nerves peaked as he silently read her words: "Rachel Is Dave Evanston’s girlfriend and remembers all changes that Dave’s curse makes from here on out."

David looked up from the page to see Rachel smiling bashfully while avoiding his gaze. She fidgeted with her feet, waiting for his reaction. Her cute expression helped wash away some of the guilt he felt.

Without thinking, David walked over and hugged Rachel tightly around her waist. "Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly. "We might get there without the curse." Rachel squeezed him back, replying softly: "Yes, this is what I want."

They held each other for what felt like hours before reluctantly letting go. As David stepped back, he noticed tears streaming down Rachel's cheek as she beamed a radiant smile. She asked confidently: "Well, what are you waiting for? Make me your girlfriend!"

David read aloud from the notebook: "Rachel Is Dave Evanston’s girlfriend and remembers all changes that Dave’s curse makes from here on out." As the last words left his mouth, he felt lightheaded and grabbed the bed to keep from falling. Rachel steadied him, asking with concern in her voice: "Are you okay?"

Once the dizziness cleared, David looked up at his new girlfriend and smiled sheepishly. "I think it worked, but maybe we should make sure." His cautious tone didn't seem to matter as Rachel pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.

As Rachel held him close and bounced on her feet with excitement, David felt like a living teddy bear being shaken violently. After several minutes of this treatment, she finally let go, allowing him to catch his breath.

Leaning against the bed, David panted as he caught his breath. Rachel looked at him expectantly: "Well, since you let me choose one change, it's only fair that you get to make one of your own." He realized he needed something to even things out, or at least make being her ragdoll more pleasant.