"Okay!" I laugh. "So, my character has a tendency of being "protective" of her boyfriend, who is really toxic! She wears a jester costume that's red and black-" "That's obvious, Harley Quinn!" he smirks. "Why are you so good?!" I giggle. "I'm a comic book legend! That's why!" he boasts.
"Yeah, yeah." I grin, ticking Harley's name from my list. "Your turn." "My person is real, or they were real." he begins. "He always wore a cap, some with different colours; pink, green, black, blue. His phrase was "never give up"." "Oh... it's- John Cena!" I yell "John Cena". "Yes!" he laughs. "Aw, you did that for me?" I put my hand on my chest in awe. "Of course!" he smiles, I smile back and continue with the game.
After a lot more round it was back to me again. "So my character is... funny, a little stubborn and he always, and I mean always wears a stupid little hat, he has these gorgeous blue eyes, just like his Dad's, he has these beautiful freckles splashed across his face." I explain, looking at everything but him.
When I finally do look at him, I smile with a hint of mischief. "Have you... figured it out yet?" "Oh no, I figured it out when you said "funny"." he smirks, staring into my eyes. "Bet you did." I cock my eyebrows, even though he didn't say it, I ticked his name off. "Mr. Perfect's go." "Well... she's gracious, kind, caring, very stubborn, also wears a stupid little hat, her smile is the best thing created, and her lips are like heaven to touch with mine-"
"All right, Casanova!" I blush, chuckling. "I mean... it's obviously Beth." "Ha ha." he sarcastically laughs. "Your go." "I'm tired." I tell him. "Okay, we'll stop playing." he closes his notebook, as do I. "I'm too tired to even walk, too." I murmur. "Well- move up a little, then." he grins. I shuffle to the right a little and he moves over to the space to left of me.
I guess I looked a little worried, because, "Don't worry, Dad believes in my own privacy now." he breathes, moving his arm around me. I smile, my eyes feeling heavy, I give a little shrug. "Okay." I kick off my shoes and sink down, my head on the pillow and turn onto my side. I feel him come closer and eventually throw his arm around me. "I love you, Silly-Bear." he whispers, kissing my temple. "I love you more, Goofball."
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