My Bully

Girlfriend

"No, Michael! I love you so much!", I say and jump in to his arms.

He keeps kissing my head and rubbing my back gently.

"I love you more, baby.", he says softly and caresses my back. "Are your parents okay with it?", he asks.

"Yeah. They know we're dating.", I say.

"Mmm.", he hums. "You wanna continue playing?", he asks.

"I can't. I'm in shock right now.", I say and giggle.

He laughs softly.

"I wanna tell you something.", Michael says smiling.

"Mmm.", I hum.

"You know why I always used to bully you?", he asks.

"Umm.. No.", I answer.

"I always kind of liked you so I annoyed you. I thought you'll know but yeah..", he says and blushes.

"Really?", I ask smiling.

"Mmm.", he hums. "I wanna continue the game."

"Okay.", I say. "Truth or dare?", I ask.

"Truth..", he says and smirks.

"What are your three favorite swear words?", I ask laughing.

"Umm... Shit, damn and dick.", he says laughing. He looks embarrassed. "Truth or dare?", he asks.

"Truth..", I say.

"What are YOUR three favorite swear words?", he asks.

"Uhhh... Fuck, faggot and ass.", I say and blush.

He laughs.

"I never heard you swear like that. Have you ever told somebody faggot?", he asks laughing.

"Well, yeah.", I say.

"Who?", he asks smirking.

"A super annoying family member.", I say and blush.

"Who?", he asks.

"My aunt's husband.", I say and roll my eyes. "Never mind. I'm embarrassed."

"You wanna sleepover here?", he asks.

"What?", I ask shocked.

"I mean we can watch Netflix and rap and fool around.", he says.

"I'll tell my parents.", I say.

He nods.

I call my father. He answers.

"Hi, Dad.", I say.

"Hi, Sweetie.", he says.

"I'm having a sleepover today.", I say.

"Where?", he asks.

"Ummm...", I hesitate.

"Is it your boyfriend?", he asks.

"Did Mom tell you?", I ask.

"Yeah. We're both okay with it.", he says.

"Okay. Thanks, Dad.", I say.

"Have fun. I'm smirking.", he says and laughs.

"Hahaha thanks.", I say.

"Goodbye, my princess.", he says.

"Bye bye!", I say and we hang up.

"Woohoooo! My parents agree!", I say.

"First of all. I'll get you something comfy to wear and I'll also change my clothes. Come!, he says and we go upstairs to his room.