Fighting With Bae Alycia Debnam Carey/You

Fighting with Bae

You love the color green.

It's the color of the leaves in the spring.

It's the color of her eyes and you see them every time you shut your eyes.

However you don't really suit the color green.

It's your favorite color but now it's the color of jealousy, of envy and you feel like you're drowning in it.

"Honey, I'm home," Alycia calls shutting the door to the apartment.

You almost smile.

Technically it's hers but she calls it ours and a fluttery feeling starts at the bottom of your stomach warming your heart and your cheeks every time you hear it.

It's sour now and you feel slightly sick after seeing the interview.

Alycia was smiling when she came in brown curls bouncing with every step.

She stops when she sees your face.

"What's wrong? Did your favorite character again? Was your show cancelled? "

Your cheek quivers as it holds in a smile at the sound of her accentand how much she knows you.

She bends down to your height going on her knees and watching you all concerned like she doesn't know.

Alycia watches you from underneath her eyelashes the green standing out like twin beacons.

The guilt, anger and love at the very sight of her are a nauseating contradiction.

"You tell me Leeshy," you mock and cross your arms when Alycia takes a step back her lower jaw swinging from left to right.

"Don't start. "

She slowly rises heading for the kitchen and you follow.

"Your best friend is Bae on your phone," she says it with her back to you heating up dinner. "She calls you wifey. Everyone thinks you two are dating but I don't say anything. "

You're still behind her when you speak.

"Leeshy, Leeshy, Leeshy," you retort moving to the left when you see the dining room plates on the highest shelf.

You're still standing right next to her when you start jumping for the plates.

She grabs your waist mid jump lifting you onto the counter without a sweat.

You don't even blink grabbing her hand and kissing it with a loud mwah.

Alycia doesn't turn fast enough to hide her smile.

You don't hide yours and some of the icky feeling that settled in your gut dissapates.

It's habit that makes you hand her the two plates.

It's care on her part that your food doesn't fully touch.

You're odd like that. Sometimes it can but most of the time you don't want it to. You like to mix it yourself or eat it separately piece by piece.

She knows you so well.

The two of you sit at the table and begin to eat.

It's quiet, unbearably tense, until you hear it.

You smile even as you flinch.

The chair screeches against the hard wood of the floor.

The noise is grating but abruptly stops when you feel a weight against one of your legs.

You look down and swear you can feel the heat of her skin through the denim.

Raising your eyes, you outright laughed at the red of her ears as they stuck out from her hair.

Her cheeks flush and you wait until she finishes reading on your cellphone.

She tugs on the sleeve of your shirt face now a rosy pink.

You put your phone back in your pocket and she grabs your hand as soon as it's empty.

Her fingers grip yours leading you back into the living room.

She turns the DVD back on and you hear the beginnings of Bambi start to play.

Alycia sits down first squirming a little to get comfortable.

You're about to sit on the seat next to her when Alycia decides to pull you onto her lap.

"Am I too heavy?"

Even as you speak, she tightens her hold around your waist.

"Never."

The breath of her reply hits the back of your neck as Alycia whispers.

You shiver.

The movie isn't even halfway over when you feel Alycia start to nod off.

You get up ignoring her groans of protest.

"Come on," you urge. "Pretty pretty flower."

Half asleep, her look of confusion is adorable.

"Did you just call me the skunk from Bambi?"

You outright laugh helping her to the bedroom.

Right before you pull away, you kiss one perfect ear and whisper "what a pretty little flower."

As she gets ready for bed, you clean up and shrug on one of her old t-shirts to sleep in.

She lifts the covers and you lay down staring at her.

Alycia watches you only a couple inches away a smile tugging on the corners of her lips.

You can't help yourself: she's too cute.

"Did you say goodnight to Siri yet? "

Alycia'so mouth twitches her eyes shining bright like stars.

"Don't be a dipstick."

You chuckle even as she speaks into her iPhone.

"Night Siri."

Alycia scoots even closer to you pushing the phone into your face.

"Y/N say goodnight."

You groan but notice how she's half asleep already.

Why not do this for her?

"Sweet dreams Siri."

The two of you put your phones on the charger and she takes her chance.

Alycia places her head on your chest her arm wrapping around your waist.

You look down at the mess of brown curls under your chin.

"I love you but I'm still kind of mad at you right now," you whisper. "It's not a lot just like a mosquito bite, you know?"

Alycia looks up at you her green eyes hazy.

"Can we forget the mad part tonight? I miss you and can we just skip this part and go over to the love you part?"

You smile and nod even as Alycia tilts her head bringing you into a sweet night kiss.

You're still smiling when you hear the almost inaudible snores as she sleeps.