Me and Tom were arguing.
Well I seemed to be the one doing the most yelling while Tom just shook is head not agreeing.
"Your just fucking psycho" I scoff
"You act like you don't like it" He replies quickly catching me off guard.
"For you is that a bad thing?" He asks me
In almost every argument I would be the one doing the most yelling. Tom on the other hand doesn't seem to argue back as much. He just seemingly takes it in. He'd sometimes sit there while I yell at him or he yells back. But overall we rarely argue.
I let out a small chuckle realizing what Tom just said. Cutting the tension in the air.
"What." He asks confusedly almost letting out a laugh seeing me in the state I was in.
I couldn't help but let out another laugh remembering his face when he had claimed he was psycho for me. I liked that for some reason some may say it's weird but I didn't really mind. Tom had known I would probably be psycho for him just not on his level.
He soon lets a chuckle out and comes closer to me.
He wraps his arms around me and makes me look up at him.
"What so funny" he asks holding me in place.
"It's not important" I reply
"But it iss" he says dragging the s.
"I hate that I can never stay mad at you" I claim
"I don't, who knows what I would be doing" he answers by lifting me up and holding me tight.
He walks me to the door before making sure it was locked then walked me towards his bed placing me softly on his bed.
"You forgive me now right?" He asks
"Depends"
He places a kiss on my lips
"Forgive me?"
"One more and maybe I'll consider it"
He leans in and gives me another kiss but a longer one this time.
"Better?" Tom asks
"Way better" I reply to him before forcing him on top of me.
