Be Mine Forever

Chapter Seven

Remi - Alec: 

Wednesday, May 8th 

So me and Alec took a bit to talk over our little, uh... bonding moment. We kind of talked over everything and made sure we were both comfortable and neither of us was hiding anything. Like anything that might pop up in the future and cause some kind of shit fest. But luckily, neither of us was hiding anything so we just decided to relax.

And after we took a few minutes to relax, we both remembered that we never ordered our Taco Bell. Like at all. Alec had just started comforting me and forgot about the order and then neither of us remember to place it. So then we had to spend about twenty minutes trying to remember what we placed before. That was just amazing. But then we got it placed and had to wait for twenty minutes before it got delivered to our place.

Once it did get delivered, I pretty much went Godzilla on my food. "Geez Remi, don't choke on it." Alec's sitting to my left watching in what I assume is horror as I mow down the last of my chalupa. I take a couple of seconds to swallow all of it and then retort back," What? It's good." He raises an eyebrow at me, only halfway through his own food, and scoffs," Just because it's good doesn't mean you should inhale it." I roll my eyes at him and start in on my fiesta potatoes, probably my favorite thing of all.

God this is so good. I know it's weird to be so happy over fast food but come on. Taco Bell is amazing and this is like the first fast food I've had in five months. "So you're still feeling okay?" Alec asks softly, poking my stomach with his toe. I set down my fiesta potatoes and look down at my lap for a second. I'm pretty sure I feel fine. I don't feel like I'm going to cry again and most of the shitty stuff I was feeling earlier is gone, so...

"Yeah, I think I'm fine." That seems to make him happier. He smiles at me with his sweet smile that looks like an angel's and purrs," That's great." God, he's cute. I smile back at him, trying my best to put on my sweetest smile and compliment him," Yeah because of you." If he didn't come home and comfort me I probably would have cried until my eyes dried out and then just curled into a ball on the couch.

"I didn't really do much, just was being a good boyfriend," he murmurs. Humble like always. It can be kind of annoying sometimes when he won't take a compliment but it can be kind of cute too. Especially when he goes from an adorable, angelic boyfriend to this sweet, humble little cutie pie. "Well if you weren't there to comfort me, then I would have just baaaawled my eyes out."

"Yeah but..." He looks down at his plate with his 'I'm trying to be humble but I'm flattered and embarrassed' look on his face. It's one of my favorite of his looks because the way he pouts and looks away kind of makes him look like a very cute puppy. I grab his calf and give it a shake, saying in my fake stern voice," No buts, you really helped me and I'm not going to let you pretend like you didn't."

He looks up at me a little, now looking exactly like a guilty puppy, and mumbles," Mm, okay." Cute. I wish I could take photos of all his little expressions. They're like those pictures of cats you see on the internet that make you feel all warm and fuzzy when you look at them. "You're cute baby."

"What?" He looks at me kind of like he's scared and flustered at the same time with his eyes super round like quarters. A smirk breaks across my face and I lean over to him a little, just enough to coo," You're so cute, baby." The little squeak he makes and how he covers his cheek with his hands kind of makes up for the strain on my lower back by leaning forward like this. "Yeah well, you're uh pretty too," he mumbles with his face still buried in his hands. He notices that? I never really thought that he found other people attractive. I figured him being ace meant he just didn't see others' physical beauty.