Your P.O.V.
You were walking back to the alleyway from McDonald's with Garcello, the breeze blowing your hair in your face.
"Frick...It's cold...and my hair's getting in my face..." You attempted to spit the hair out of mouth after you said that.
"Dear, use my jacket. It's quite simple." Garcello would softly speak, and would hand you his jacket.
"Thanks, Gar. Hey, uh...did you wanna see what my house looks like?" You'd say, putting on his jacket.
"Sure, dear. Let's go." He'd say, smiling.
(Time skip to when you were near your house, the alleyway is simply a block away from your house, just in case there was confusion.)
"Alrighty this is it-"
"(Y/n)?!? Where have you been??"
"There they are." You'd say, sighing.
"(Y/n), Sweetie...who's this??"
"My...My boyfriend."
"Your...Your boyfriend? I'm so glad you finally found someone!! I'm so proud of you!!" They would hug you tightly, so tightly that you could barely breathe.
"I-i...can't...breathe-" You'd struggle with your words.
"Sorry, Sweetie. It's just-" They would wipe a year from their eye, "I'm just...so happy for you!" They would let you go.
"Now...what's your name, fella?" They would ask Garcello.
"Garcello, that's my name. It's a pleasure to meet you. Am I allowed inside?" He would say, trying to sound as professional as possible.
"Of course, Of course! Do come in!" They would say, smiling.
You'd hold Garcello's hand and would walk inside, smiling.
"Alrighty brighties! We're here! This is my house, Gar!" You'd smile, brightly.
"Thanks, dear. Now...could you tour me around? Seems I have much to learn around here." Garcello would say, with a gentle smile on his face.
You felt yourself smile too, and you would take him upstairs to your room.
"This is my room. You'll most likely be sleeping here. I've got a dresser, tv, bed, a toy box filled with old toys from my childhood that I use to keep me company, that weird thingy over there that I get scared by when I try to sleep and think it's a murderer in my house, and then there's bob. Bob just sits on the desk. Bob is good." You'd say, excitedly.
"Sweet." He would reply, sweetly.
"Hey, (Y/N)!! What clothing size is Garcello??" You would hear shouting from your parent.
"Im a size 32." Gar would say.
"He's a size 32!!" You would shout back.
"Thanks! I'll get that for you!" Your parent would say, rushing to the store.
"So...uhm-...Gar... Wanna Netflix and chill?" You'd say, smiling.
"I'd love to." He replied, excitedly.
So, you two go ahead, lay down on the bed, and relax, putting on a relaxing show, you snuggled into his chest. He smiled, and patted your head.
"Don't worry kid... it'll be okay."
"I promise."
