#auuuuugh jamie!! auuuuuuuuuuugh phoebe!!!!!

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i am having So Much Fun with so many of the things that i'm writing but currently one of my MOST favorite things is jamie and phoebe's dynamic in the dear phoebe gift fic. i have banged pots and pans about their narrative parallelisms before, and i shall continue to bang them until everybody understands. they're so! THEY ARE SO!!!!!!

At that very moment, as if Jamie’d heard her and chosen to be contradictory (another word Keeley had taught her, specifically in relation to Jamie in fact), the doorbell rang. “I’LL GET IT!” Phoebe hollered before her Uncle Roy had the chance, shaking the water off her arms and dashing for the front door. She no longer had to lift on tiptoe to reach the doorknob—a fact which filled her with immense pride every time she remembered it—which gave her the maximum momentum necessary to launch herself into Jamie’s arms the minute the door was swung wide enough for it. “Hiya, Pheebs!” he said cheerfully, hooking his hands beneath her armpits and spinning her around once. “Oi, you’ve grown since I saw you last.” “You saw me last week, Jamie,” said Phoebe, gravely. “I can’t possibly have grown since then.” Jamie set her on the ground and took a step back, tapping one finger to his chin in deep thought. Then he wagged his head back and forth decisively and said, “Nah, you’ve definitely grown. Gonna be taller’n me soon enough.” “Well,” said Phoebe, “you’re not that tall anyways,” and delighted in how he stumbled back, hand pressed to his heart, a wounded noise croaking out through his lips in a silly, squeaky way that reminded her of a mouse.