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The sun was a lazy, golden orb in the sky when Adarvan woke. A soft, rhythmic melody was seeping into his consciousness. It was "Good Time" by Carly Rae Jepsen and Owl City. A smile crept across his face. He was still in his clothes from the night before, a testament to the unrestrained revelry that had consumed them. Raven, his fiery-haired, free-spirited girlfriend, was still asleep, a peaceful tableau of serenity against the morning light.

"Hmm-mmm-mmm

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time."

Adarvan slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He padded to the kitchen, the melody of the song still echoing in his head. He started the coffee, the rich aroma filling the small apartment. As he waited, he thought about Raven. She was a whirlwind, a force of nature that carried him along in her wake. With her, every day was an adventure, every moment a potential explosion of laughter and joy.

She was the kind of woman who could wake up at 3 AM due to a craving for tacos and convince him to join her on a midnight quest. They would end up in some dimly lit taco stand, the only other patrons a group of sleepy-eyed construction workers. The conversation would flow effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and the satisfying crunch of tacos.

He remembered the time they had decided to go camping on a whim. They haphazardly filled their bags with wild abandon, stuffing in various items ranging from sleeping bags to a delicate ukulele. Their destination? A random spot on a map. They had ended up in a secluded forest, the only sound of the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Raven had insisted on building a bonfire. It was a task she approached with the same enthusiasm she brought to everything. As the flames danced and crackled, they shared stories, sang songs, and watched the stars. It was a night filled with magic that felt like a lifetime.

The coffee was ready. Adarvan poured himself a mug and sat down at the small kitchen table. He took a sip, and the warmth spread through him. He thought about the lyrics of the song. It was true. Waking up next to Raven was always a good time. She had a way of infusing every moment with optimism and opportunity.

"Woke up on the right side of the bed

What's up with this Prince song inside my head?

Hands up, if you're down to get down tonight

'Cause it's always a good time

Slept in all my clothes, like I didn't care

Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere

I'm in if you're down to get down tonight

'Cause it's always a good time."

He smiled as he remembered the countless adventures they had shared. They had danced in the rain, sung karaoke at the top of their lungs, and even driven cross-country on a dare. There was never a dull moment with Raven. She was the yin to his yang, the wild to his calm.

But there was more to Raven than just fun and spontaneity. She was also intelligent and compassionate. She had a way of seeing the world with a fresh perspective, of finding beauty in the ordinary. She was a fierce advocate for the underdog, always willing to lend a helping hand.

Adarvan finished his coffee and went back to the bedroom. Raven was still asleep, her face serene. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. She stirred, opened her eyes, and smiled.

"Good morning," she murmured, her voice husky with sleep.

"Good morning," he replied, kissing her again. "Want to go on an adventure?"

Her eyes sparkled when she answered, "Always."

They spent the rest of the day exploring the city, discovering hidden gems, and creating new memories. They ate at a quirky cafe and shared a plate of pancakes almost as big as their heads. They wandered through a bustling market, haggling with vendors and sampling exotic fruits. They ended the day with a picnic in the park, watching the sunset as they chatted about their dreams and hopes for the future.

As they lay on the blanket, watching the stars, Adarvan felt a sense of peace and contentment. He had everything he could ever want: a loving partner, a life filled with adventure, and a heart full of joy. And as he looked at Raven, he knew that no matter what the future held, it would always be a good time.

"Good morning and goodnight

I wake up at twilight

It's gonna be alright

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time

Woo!"

Their idyllic existence was not without its challenges, of course. Life, with its inherent unpredictability, had a habit of throwing curveballs. For Adarvan and Raven, the first real test came as a job offer for Adarvan. A prestigious tech company in San Francisco was courting him with a package that was hard to refuse. Working on groundbreaking projects and climbing the corporate ladder was a dream opportunity.

The news was met with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Raven, ever the supporter, was thrilled for him. But the prospect of a cross-country move was daunting. Their lives were so deeply intertwined with their city, their friends, and their familiar routines. The idea of uprooting everything was terrifying.

They spent countless hours discussing the pros and cons. The city lights of San Francisco, the promise of a new adventure, the potential for career growth. Against that, the comfort of their shared life, the strength of their community, the fear of the unknown.

One evening, as they sat on their balcony, watching the city lights twinkle below, Raven turned to Adarvan. "I am scared," she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.

Adarvan took her hand. "I know, baby. It is a big step."

"But," she continued, her eyes sparkling with determination, "I am also excited. We are a team, remember? We can do anything together."

Adarvan squeezed her hand. "Always."

The decision to move was mutual, a leap of faith into the unknown. They sold their apartment, packed their belongings, and said goodbye to their beloved city. The drive across the country was a bittersweet journey. They laughed, cried, and sang along to Carly Rae Jepsen and Owl City at the top of their lungs.

"Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time

Good time, good time, it's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh."

San Francisco was everything they had hoped for and more. The city was alive with energy, the people were passionate, and the opportunities were endless. Adarvan thrived in his new role, his mind constantly engaged in solving complex problems. Raven, after a brief period of adjustment, found her footing. She enrolled in a creative writing course, rediscovering a passion she had long forgotten.

However, as their daily routines fell into place, a subtle change began to take hold. The ceaseless hum of the city and the unyielding quest for achievement gradually strained their relationship. The spontaneous adventures and the carefree laughter seemed to have taken a backseat to career ambitions and social obligations.

One evening, as they sat in their sleek, modern apartment, Adarvan noticed the longingness in Raven's eyes. It was the same look he had seen when they were about to make the big move.

"What is wrong?" He asked gently.

Raven hesitated. "I miss our old life," she finally said. "The spontaneity, the simplicity."

Adarvan felt a pang of guilt. He had been so focused on his career that he had neglected the most vital thing in his life.

"I am sorry, baby," he said. "I have been so wrapped up in work."

Raven reached out and took his hand, "It is okay. I understand. But we must find a way to bring back some of that magic."

Adarvan nodded. "I promise we will."

And they did. They started taking weekend trips to explore the surrounding area. They rediscovered their love for hiking and camping. They spent evenings cooking together, laughing, and talking late into the night. Slowly but surely, their relationship began to heal.

They learned that even amid a fast-paced, high-pressure lifestyle, it was possible to create a world of their own, a world where it was always a good time.

Their renewed connection blossomed into an even deeper bond. They discovered a shared love for volunteering and spending weekends at a local animal shelter. Raven, with her infectious enthusiasm, was a natural with the animals. Meanwhile, Adarvan, with his logical mind, helped with the shelter's website and social media. It was a fulfilling way to give back to their community and brought them closer together.

"Freaked out, dropped my phone in the pool again

Checked out of my room, hit the ATM

Let's hang out if you're down to get down tonight

'Cause it's always a good time."

Life in San Francisco continued to evolve. Their careers progressed, their social circle expanded, and their apartment began to feel smaller. The idea of starting a family started to creep into their conversations. It was a daunting prospect, but sharing their lives with a tiny human filled them with excitement and trepidation.

Always the dreamer, Raven began to envision a life outside the city. A house with a garden, a dog to chase squirrels, a place where they could raise a family. Adarvan, while attached to the town, could not deny the appeal of a quieter life.

While they ventured out into the countryside one weekend, they unexpectedly discovered a picturesque town tucked away amidst undulating hills. It possessed all the qualities they had envisioned: a close-knit community, stunning landscapes, and an atmosphere of tranquility that stood in stark contrast to the bustling city life they were accustomed to.

The decision to move was not easy. It meant leaving behind established lives, friends, and the fast-paced world they had grown accustomed to. But the dream of building a home together where they could be themselves was too tempting to resist.

"Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time."

They bought a quaint old house with a sprawling backyard. The renovation was a labor of love, filled with laughter, disagreements, and the satisfaction of creating their private space. Their house began taking shape, and their dreams of starting a family did, too.

Raven fell pregnant a few months later. The news was a mix of joy and disbelief. They spent the next nine months preparing for their new arrival, transforming a spare room into a nursery, and reading countless baby books.

Their daughter, Brianna, was born on a sunny morning. The moment they held her in their arms, their world changed irrevocably. She was a tiny miracle, a perfect blend of their love.

The first few years of parenthood were a whirlwind of sleepless nights, diaper changes, and endless baby giggles. But through it all, their love for each other grew. They supported each other, laughed together, and created a loving home for their daughter.

As Brianna grew older, so did their family. They adopted a golden retriever named Matty, who quickly became the center of their children's universe. Their house was filled with the sounds of laughter, the smell of baking cookies, and the chaos of everyday life.

"Doesn't matter when

It's always a good time then

Doesn't matter where

It's always a good time there

Doesn't matter when

It's always a good time then

It's always a good time!"

Years turned into decades. Their children grew into remarkable individuals. Adarvan and Raven watched with pride as they pursued their passions, faced challenges, and found their own paths in life.

One evening, as they sat on their porch, watching the sunset, Adarvan took Raven's hand. "Remember when we were young and thought every day would be a party?" He asked.

Raven smiled, "Of course. And it was, in its own way."

"It still is," Adarvan replied. "Just in a different way."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, listening to the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. As the last rays of sunlight faded, they turned to each other and smiled.

Life had changed in countless ways since those carefree days of youth. They had faced challenges, experienced heartbreak, and weathered storms. But through it all, their love had endured. It had grown deeper, richer, and more complex. And as they sat there, hand in hand, they realized that the best adventure of all was still unfolding.

The salty breeze carried the rhythmic lap of waves, a soothing lullaby against the backdrop of a fiery sunset. Adarvan and Raven sat on a weathered wooden bench, their feet buried in the warm sand. Their children, now young adults with their own lives, frolicked in the surf, their laughter as familiar and comforting as the oceanic melody.

A lifetime seemed to stretch out before them, filled with shared laughter, tears, triumphs, and quiet moments. They had weathered storms, celebrated triumphs, and found solace in each other's arms. Their love had evolved, deepening with each passing year, a testament to the enduring power of companionship.

Raven turned to Adarvan, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Remember when we thought moving to the city was the end-all-be-all?" She asked. There was a hint of amusement in her voice.

Adarvan chuckled, squeezing her hand, "And then the suburbs and this peaceful little corner of the world."

They fell silent, watching as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The world seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the first star to emerge.

"It is always a good time, isn't it?" Raven murmured, her voice soft.

Adarvan nodded, his heart full. "Always. As long as you are with me, darling."

As darkness enveloped them, they sat in companionable silence, their hands intertwined. The world might change, their children might grow, and time might march relentlessly forward. Regardless, at that moment, as they watched the stars ignite the night sky, they knew they had found them forever.

"Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Doesn't matter where

Woah-oh-oh-oh

It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Doesn't matter where

We don't even have to try, it's always a good time."