Paul and y/n match
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dwayne exclaimed with a taunting laugh, throwing his head back on the couch.
You happily clung to Paul's arm, both of you adorning matching White sweaters; the one on you oversized, completely drowning you in the warm fabric.
Paul fell backwards onto the couch, pulling you down on his lap, skillfully ignoring Dwayne's menacing laugh and marko's shit faced grin.
"Sooo, what's with the matching?" David asked from his place on the armchair, trying to hide his snicker behind his book.
"We went for a walk," you started.
"And it's quite cold, and these sweaters are the warmest thing I own," Paul continued.
"-and we thought it was cute," you finished.
Dwayne, Marko and David burst out laughing, leaving a confused frown on yours and Paul's faces.
"What's funny?" you pouted, "Pauly has three more sweaters if you also want to match."
David's eyes softened, trying to stop his laughs, but without much success, "aww, honey."
"Just ignore them, baby," Paul whispered, squeezing you tighter, "I love matching with you."
