Imagine you're at the airport and you use Joey as a footrest.
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"Hey, what are you doing?" He asks, turning towards you with his eyebrows furrowed.
"Using you to rest my feet on, duh." You laugh, sass coating your voice.
"I am not a footrest! Plus, these are new jeans." He playfully pushes your legs off his thigh, "Unacceptable."
You giggle and huddle closer to him, "Bully."
He grabs your hand and brings it up to his face, kissing it gently. "Am not."
--I WOULD DIE.
like imagine being able to be with him.
I LOVE HIM!asher