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Mush Meyers - All The Little Things

(This is brought to you by the fact that Nick Masson is so incredibly hot and has the prettiest eyes ever)

"MmmmH Mush! Come back! I'm cold!" I whine, as my best friend gets out of the bed we shared.

"Y/n, you do this every time. C'mon, get up with me" he says, continuing to get up.

"But Mushyyyyyyy" I whine.

"I thought you wanted to go shopping today?" He enquired.

"I do, but I also want to be held because I'm touch starved, bitch" I tell him.

I hear him laugh a bit.

My eyes are still closed, and I feel the bed dip beside me.

I feel him rest his hand on me gently and say "come on, we can go to your favorite breakfast place if you get up"

I open my eyes just enough to squint at him. "God damn it. You know my weakness" I groan as I sit up.

"Well I've known you for....twelve??? Thirteen?? Some number higher than ten years. I know all the tricks to getting you out of bed"

I smile at him as I stretch my arms out, popping my back.

It's sweet, the way that he remembers all the little things about me, and he does the sweetest stuff.

Like the time he went out of his way to get me all f/c flowers on my birthday.

Or when I wasn't feeling well and had to cancel hanging out, he went out and got a bunch of my favorite things for me, and literally climbed through my window to give it to me.

Or how he held me as I cried after my ex cheated on me. He just held me close to him.

Or how he got up at like 5 in the morning one time to get to my favorite bookstore a bit out of town to be first in line to get my favorite authors newest book.

Or how he'd sit through musicals with me and sing and dance along with me just to make me happy.

Oh my god.

I think I love him.

"Hey y/n?? You ok?? You're spacing again" He says as he waves his hand in front of my face.

"Hm? Oh. Yeah, I'm good. Move so I can get up and we can go to breakfast" I tell him, jokingly shoving him.

He stands up, and I get out of the bed.

He starts to walk out before I grab his hand and pull him back to hug him.

His hugs are warm and comforting, and overall perfect.

He wraps his arms around me, and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"Ok, C'mon enough delaying, get dressed and stuff and we can go to breakfast and the mall"

"Mmmm but you're warm" I say, thoroughly enjoying his embrace. "But... food"

"Fair point" I say, letting go of him.

"Ok get out so I can change" I tell him.

I quickly change, just a t-shirt and jeans, with some Vans. I remember it's cold out, and instead of wearing my own jacket, I go into Mush's closet, quickly locating my favorite of his hoodies.

I throw the very large hoodie on, and exit the room to go to the bathroom and brush my hair and stuff.

I finish getting ready, and walk downstairs to where Mush is waiting for me.

He glances at me then does a double take.

"Again? Really? You always try to take that hoodie" He sighs, pretending to be frustrated.

"Whaaat, it's cute!! And it smells like you" I say the last part quietly and I don't think he hears it.

"I'm just messing with you. It looks cute on you" he says, walking over to the door. I feel my face flush at him calling me cute.

"Now are you finally ready to go?"

"Yep!" I smile.

"Good, I'm hungry" He says

He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the house and to his car. He opens my door for me, making me giggle.

"M'lady" He says with a (very, very bad) posh British accent.

"Why thank you kind sir!" I respond with an equally awful posh British accent, getting into the car.

He laughs as he shuts my door.

He walks around to the drivers side of the car, getting in and starting it.

The ride to the restaurant is quiet, but a comfortable quiet.

We get to the restaurant, and he quickly comes around the car to open my door for me again.

He extends his hand to me and I use it to pull myself up before interlocking our fingers.

We walk into the small Cafe like restaurant, and get seated fairly quickly.

Our waitress is an older woman, and she asks a question we've gotten many times before.

"Aww, are you two on a date?"

As I'm about to answer, Mush says "yeah, we are"

"Well aren't you two just adorable. So what can I getcha?"

She takes our orders and as soon as she's out of earshot I turn to Mush and say "when were you planning on telling me this was a date?"

His cheeks are dusted with pink, and he says "well I mean...we know it's not, but I didn't feel like getting that look again."

That look. Every time we'd say we weren't on a date we'd get a look that said 'oh suuure it's not a date'

"But...I wouldn't mind it being a date" He adds, his face even redder than before.

"I'd like that" I tell him.

So we continue on our day as we usually would, and I notice that even labeled as a date, it feels no different from our usual hanging out.

And that's when I realize how much our hang outs are like dates.

We go through our entire local mall, and he insists on paying for all of my stuff, despite my protests.

"Mush, no! You are not spending that much money on me!" I tell him.

"Watch me" is all the stubborn fuck says.

"Mush! No! That is well over a hundred dollars! And you've already spent so much on me today!" I reason with him

"And I'd spend double that on you!"

"Oh my god! Mush no!"

I go to protest again only to be cut off by him kissing me.

I'm stunned for a moment. And in that moment, he pulls away.

"Shush. No more protesting." He says with an air of finality.

"Hold on, you're not about to kiss me and then not talk about it!"

"That's...exactly what I was planning on doing." He says.

I roll my eyes, before leaning up and kissing him again quickly.

"I think I could get used to being able to do that..." I decide.

"Me too" he says, kissing me once more.