𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐑 || ᴛʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ-ᴀʀɴᴏʟᴅ

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

                  

       𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐈𝐄 which meant that technically we both won so there was no harm there. I left the stadium nearly an hour and by now I was absolutely starving, so I was in the process of making some food. I'd nearly forgotten about the conversation with my mum, until they all started messaging on the gc.

BETA SQUAD

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘 :
I can't wait to come to ur
house
𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘 :
I missed ur mums food

SHARKY 🦈 :
REAL

Tracey :
Coooraaaa you must be
ECSTATIC

Better Omilana 🤷‍♀️ :
shut up.
Better Omilana 🤷‍♀️ :
it's all niko's fault.

UK Minister 🇬🇧 :
deserved.

Better Omilana 🤷‍♀️ :
Do you guys hear something 👂🤚

K2Trappy 🥶🥶 :
Not here...

SHARKY 🦈 :
Nope

Better Omilana 🤷‍♀️ :
nah didn't think so.

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Saturday came way quicker than expected. I was hoping everyone had forgotten but I of course I was woken up to a call.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hiya baby, are you ready to go meet the parents?"

"Fuck off, I'm going back to sleep." I hung up the phone and rolled back over. I think I accidentally fell back asleep, but it was later interrupted by a loud knocking outside my door.

I reluctantly got up and headed over to the door, only to see a mop of hair. I tried closing the door back on him, but he pried it open.

"Come on, that's no way to treat your boyfriend," I ignored him out of sheer exhaustion and made my way back to my room. Luckily it was still warm, I'm just gonna sleep my way through this day.

Before I could drift off, I felt the bed sink down beside me and an arm wrap around my waist.

"Jeez C, you're burning up!" His hand gently wrapped around my forehead, almost checking the temperature.

"Go away," I turned around and snuggled into his chest. It was too bright in my room and if he was going to lay there for no good reason, at least make him useful, right?

"Have you had anything to eat or drink today? Water? Breakfast?"

"What are you? My mother?" Well, there goes my plan of trying to forget all of that today.

"How are we gonna visit your mum if you're ill like this?" I've been avoiding my mum the last few times she asked my me to visit. I'm afraid if I try that once more, she'll have a hissy fit.

"I'm not ill, I'm as healthy as a horse!" I leaned further into his chest, taking in all of his warmth.

"Come on, get up. Let's go get you some tea," he somehow managed to escape my grasp which I was annoyed at, and made his way over to my side.

"No, piss off. Take the hint," I thought I heard him walk away, until the blanket was lifted off me snd replaced with a fluffier one.

"Oi, give it back!" I tried reaching for it, still keeping my eyes clothes to ease the headache that had formed, but I had felt myself being lifted off the bed and carried away.

"No! Put me back!" I couldn't actually fight out of his grip, mainly because I didn't have the energy to. I felt myself being laid back down onto a surface which I assumed was the sofa. He walked away towards the kitchen as I fell back sleep.

A few minutes later, I was woken up to a steaming cup of tea.

"Here, drink this." I had to force myself up one way or another.

I took a sip and oh my god I truly think this is the best tea I've ever had.

"Ew this tastes like shit, what the hell," obviously I couldn't let him know it tasted good or I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Excuse me? I'll have you know people die for my tea, I'M the one who makes the tea at gatherings,"

"Wow, is that your biggest accomplishment?"

"No." I rolled my eyes and continued drinking my tea. "I think my biggest accomplishment is getting you to become a Liverpool supporter,"

I nearly spat out my tea, which resulted in my choking it. I had a cough attack for a good minute while he tapped on my back.

Once I had regained my breath, I burst out laughing.

"I didn't know you had humour like that Arnold,"

"It wasn't a joke,"

"We both know I'm too amazing, spectacular, pretty, amazing, and did I mention amazing? To be a Livershit supporter. I mean, if I wasn't feeling sick before well it's definitely rising up now,"

I picked the tea back up and started drinking again.

"Well you know when we get married, you'll have to convert," he shrugged.

"On about marriage when we're not even together, not like that'll happen in a 100 million years," I said the last part in a Scouse accent to mock him.

"Well, let's change that." I stopped mid sip to look at him. He was already staring at me dead serious.

"You're joking, right?" He nodded no.

"Um, yeah. Let me get back to you on that one," I teased. He rolled his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, bringing himself closer to me. I took it upon myself to lean on his shoulder.

"You're making a big mistake here Arnold. Don't start something you can't finish." I looked up at him.

"I think it's worth it,"