Kisses

thirteen

"So when are you coming back?" Jared asks as I lay in bed with misha.
"I have no idea. Were just hanging out here. Having fun."
"Yeah? I'm glad you guys are having fun."
"Yeah." I look at misha reading.
"Oh uh I gotta go gen needs me. Tell me when you guys come back."
"Yeah defiantly. Bye."
"Bye." We hang up. I wrap my arms around Misha's waist and lay my head in his lap.
"Something wrong, babe?" Misha asks
"No I just like it here."
"I like it here, too." He runs his hand through my hair.
"Do we have to leave?"
"Eventually. Yeah."
"I don't wanna."
"Mmm I know baby." One of my favorite things is when misha tugs on my hair with his fingers and then twirls it and just keeps doing it over and over again. Its the best thing.
"How's your book?"
"Good. Best present ever."
"Mm."
"Babe.." I hear him put his book down and sigh. "What's wrong? You don't seem as happy as you usually do."
"Sometimes I just get this way. No matter what I'm just lazy the whole day."
"Yeah. I feel baby but I really wish you'd cheer up or share some wild thought or something."
"You are the cutest thing ever."
"That was a fact not a thought." I giggle and sit up.
"I'm bored."
"You've told me."
"Wanna make out?"
"Nah but I will gladly hold you."
"Ok." I fall back down on his lap. "I love you Jens." Misha whispers.
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"Jensen! Ow! Stop!" Misha shouts as I sit on his lap trying to pop a zit on his face.
"Its so annoying I almost got it."
"Babe! Oww!"
"I got it!"
"I hate you." He punches my leg.
"I'm sorry I got it though." I smile he glares up at me but lays his head on my shoulder.
"Ow. That really hurt."
"Don't get zits then." I whisper in his ear and then kiss him.
"Oh OK like I can just not get zits." He rolls his eyes.
"I'm kidding. I'm sorry do you something?"
"I want to kill you."
"I'm sorry."
"Ow.." He lays on his side making me fall over.
"Are you mad at me now?"
"Yes. And I'm not talking to you until you bring me tea."
"I'll be back." I get up and go to our little kitchen. Its not much it has a microwave, coffee pot and toaster. No toast but oh well. I put a cup of water in the microwave. People haven't been that into our relationship. There's a few picture evidence and stories on why they knew we were a couple but other then that nobody is asking personal questions like I thought they would. I put a green tea bag and walk over to bed. "Here you go."
"Thank you." He takes it but still looks grumpy.
"I love you"
"I wanna go home."
"What?" I stumble back.
"Its nothing against you. I want to wake up and make you breakfast and watch movies. I don't want to have to get dressed before we go eat. Or have a time limit on when to eat. Let's go home and I can stay with you for how ever long and you can come stay with me?"
"Ok." I nod.
"Are you mad at me?"
"No. No I think that sounds fun... You making me breakfast" I smile jokingly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah let's go. I'll order the tickets right now."
"Ok. I'll pack." He gets out of the bed shyly. Like I'm gonna yell at him or something. So I pull him into me.
"I love you and I fully support your decision for wanting to leave."
"We don't have to if you don't want to.."
"Babe its fine. We can go home and if you want you can stay at my place until you want to leave and we can make breakfast for each other. Ok?"
"Ok." Misha leans up and kisses me.
"Good now pack I'll just wear this tomorrow."
"Ok." He kneels down and grabs the clothes. I don't think it matters who gets what because he'll most likely come over and then I'll do our laundry and then we can split it up. Maybe going home won't be so bad. We can have double dates with gen and jared and we could have dinner at my dinning room table not with a bunch of other people. And Oh! I could finally get misha to that breakfast place I really like but he's always refused going. Good.