Your current goal: To beat Michael's ass at this game. You and your boyfriend were currently having a lazy day filled with junk food, sweats, movies, and video games. Your determined to beat Mikey cause, let's face it, you're both competitive as hell. After an intense two hours you finally jump up and scream. "HELL YEAH. IN YOUR FACE BABE!!! GO (Y/N), GO (Y/N). HELL YEAH!" You jump on the couch and do your happy dance. He pouts at you and you stick your tounge out at him in response. "That's it." He says as he starts to come near you with an evil glint in his eye. Oh shit. You squeal and take off running knowing his plan is to tickle you cause you hate it. He immediently chases after you. You attempt to run up the stairs but he catches you by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder and running back to throw you on the couch. He sits on top of you, without crushing you of course, and starts tickling you laughing like a maniac. "AHH- MIKE! NO! S-STOP!! HAHA" You scream in laughter while trying to get away and push his hands away. "Okay." He says as he leans down connecting his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss pulling him close. "I love you." He mumbles. "I love you too." You say. "But I call rematch. C'mon!" He says smiling and grabbing your hand, pulling you up. You stand up and kiss him quickly. "Bring it Clifford." You say as you to start your rematch. You smile as you look over at the man you love. 'Deffinately the one for me.' You think to yourself as you start the new round, ready to kick his ass again.
