George looked at Quackity. The love of his life.
'I should confess,' George thought.
"Hey Quackity," George said.
"Y-Yes my Gogy wogy?" Quackity said, looking up at George.
George couldn't confess. He was too nervous. Quackity got closer. He put his hand on George's chin.
"Why'd you stop, darling?" Quackity said.
George couldn't keep eye contact. He was blushing.
"Why are you blushing?"
George backed up. "Q-Quackity, I don't think we should-"
"Why not?" Quackity said, getting closer again.
"I-" George couldn't finish his sentence. He could smell Quackity's musty beanie he was so close.
Quackity got close to George's face.
"W-When was the last time you washed your beanie, Quackity?" George said romantically.
Quackity giggled.
"You don't want to know," he said before leaning in for a kiss.
George took Quackity's beanie off.
"I can see why you hide your hair," George said.
