"Love is love, and you can't change that." (Pico x Keith :-P)

First day.

🧡🚬Pico POV🚬🧡
I woke up the next morning on the couch with Keith's head in my lap. He looked like an angel. He's so cute. I didn't wanna wake him up, so I decided to just lay back down and sleep for a few more minutes. I sighed and closed my eyes, leaning back. A few minutes later, Keith finally stirred, so I pretended to just be waking up as well. I sat up and kissed his forehead, to which he blushed in response. I smiled and got up, carefully placing his head on the pillow and heading off to the kitchen. I realized I can't cook for shit, so I just grabbed a bag of popcorn and threw it in the microwave. I put it in for 3 minutes (big mistake) and went back out to the living room to find Keith sitting upright and watching Bubble Guppies like a toddler. He's adorable. I sat next to him and went on my phone, scrolling through Instagram. All was good until Keith began sniffing the air louder than necessary.
"Somethin' smell bad?"
Without saying anything he jumped up and ran to the kitchen. I finally smelled it. Burnt popcorn. I muttered a series of swears under my breath and looked up again to see Keith holding what looked like smoking cow manure.
"Popcorn, Pico. Popcorn. The simplest thing to make and yet you still manage to burn it.
"Sorry, I guess."
He groaned and trudged back into the kitchen.
Oops.
I just continued my scrolling, occasionally catching a good whiff of food. After around 20 minutes, Keith comes into the living room balancing a plate in each hand. He sets one in my lap and I see it has bacon, eggs, sausage, and toast on it. I smile and feel a bit guilty at how hard he tried for me.
"Thanks.."
He merely nodded and began stuffing his face. I do the same. Once we finish our food I toss our plates in the sink, accidentally chipping one, and sit back down on the couch.
"So..wanna go to the store or somethin..?"
"Sure!"
He jumped up and smiled, not his usually cheery smile, but a slightly mischievous smile. I cock my head but he just stalks off into my room and shuts the door. I get a tad suspicious but I don't worry about it. A few minutes later he comes out and tosses his shirt at me.
I finally tear his shirt off my face to realize he's wearing my clothes. My clothes!
"What the hell?!"
"I figured we could switch outfits for a day! Since, you know, we're, like, dating now, and all..."
I groan but comply and put his shirt on after taking my comfy shirt off. It's a little small but I don't worry too much about it. I stand up and cross my arms, nodding towards the door. "Well, are we gonna go?"
"Yep!"
He nods, and we stroll out the door.
IM SORRY IF THIS IS SHORT I FOR SURE WILL UPDATE MY STORIES MORE OFTEN I APOLOGIZE