𝐸𝑁𝑀𝐼𝑇𝑌 ／𝘔𝘐𝘒𝘌 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘙

MY BOYFRIEND IS BACK, IM HAPPY

𝑁𝑈𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝑂
𝑉𝐸𝐶𝑁𝐴𝑆 𝐶𝑈𝑅𝑆𝐸

                     ☆★ You subtly pick at your nails, biting your cheeks as you wait for a particular tall boy to walk in. As a small gift for him, you decided to wear a tiny amount of blush on your cheeks. Subtly was your thing and wearing a full face of makeup would defeat the purpose.

Will hits you, getting you out of your thoughts in an instant. You groan and flap your hands at him, starting a squabble in the middle of the airport. "He-Hey- stop it [name] you'd better stop hitti—"

       "Mike!" you hear Jane call.

Both you and Will freeze, eyes locking on a very tall Mike with an eyesore of an outfit on. He's waving at Jane like a weirdo. "Get off!" you push Will away, beelining to your boyfriend. He lets out a girlish squeal and wraps his arms around you, spinning you around a couple of times as he peppered your face with kisses.

The dramatic "Muahs" make you blush. He wasn't being as quiet as he could be but it didn't matter. You missed him so much. He lets you down and cups your face "you're so pretty" you giggle and pull him down into a long-awaited kiss. Jane gags and giggles, pushing you into him even more as a way of dismissal.

But he doesn't let go and presses one more chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth "Muah— I forgot- you're smashing your gift" you wipe your mouth a little with your thumb and laugh, a nearly foreign expression on your face as he stammers about the banquet of field flowers in his hand.

"I never really asked if you liked flowers but- I didn't wanna spoil the surprise just in case you really loved flowers" you fondly nod and listen to his every word. You looked as if Cupid struck you over five times since Mike arrived, hands folded together as you dumbly smile at him.

       You gently take the Mealy blue sage and daisies from his hands, giving the daisies a cautious sniff as you read the card

        To [name]
I got stung twice for these,
you owe me a spa date

                   Love, Mike.

         "Thanks Michael" you grin, pinching his cheek to tease him.

Knowing that Will and Jane were bouncing off the walls to see him, you meekly move next to Jonathan. You watch as the boys share an awkward hug as Jonathan starts scolding you. "You're keeping your door open, I don't care how cold it gets" you roll your eyes, biting a choco-crisp. Jonathan double takes "The hell'd you get that from?"

You shrug, "Was in Mike's pocket"

He nods, winded yet impressed. A slow and mono-toned voice comes from behind, a strong hand landing on your shoulder as he spoke "Yo man, that was some real pit-pocket shit" you freeze, looking down at his bitten fingernails.

       "Yea whatever Argyle"

Mike greets Jonathan before returning to the awkward encounter with Will. Will's behavior only intensified as the days went on but this time it made you lift a few eyebrows. "That's a rad shirt man. Ocean specific?" Argyle compliments.

"Oh, this my friend argyle" Jonathan introduces him as you finally shrug his hand off because of the look Mike was giving you. but he wasn't looking at you like that because of the hand but rather because of what's in your hand.

          "When the hell did you take my-"

Argyle hugs Mike, completely catching everyone off guard. "ohhhkaay..." he gasps "oh no it's a shitty knock-off" Mike looks down at his shirt. "Yea don't sweat it man I'll get you the good threads out here"  you squint, wanting to rebuttal the comment about his shirt.