Author's Note
Hi Cassandrobanana, you asked for this, here ya gooo.
*Y/N*
I lay on my bed scrolling at this new app called ask.fm.. I made my account with Sandro and I's pic as the display.
I saw 14 questions, but when I scrolled down. It was just hate.
Why did he choose you over a perf model?
Is it just a publicity stunt?
Damn, why are you ugly?
Are you still a virgin? Cos if not, then it's definitely a stunt or something with bed?
I just can't handle this anymore. I asked myself anonymously saying, "What will you say to your haters?"
And my response — To go and find their other halves. Because seriously, hating on us won't make Sandro single. It will only make him angry and furious. Ciao now. xx
When I was satisfied with my answer, I turned off my phone and went downstairs only to find Sandro playing video games.
I sit next to him.
"Oh hi y/n, didn't see you there baby," he said planting a kiss on my forehead.
"Of course you wouldn't, what are you then if you did; Cyclops?" I laughed.
"You've been busy watching that film again, aren't you?" he said making contact between me and the tv.
"Nope, I am not. I'm busy, ya know, um, foods?" I said.
It sounded more like a question to me.
"Lol, you should try something new. Try this game, here," he said handing me the black thing.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Um, that's a joystick. You control that car by using this," he explained.
I really don't know anything about video game.s
"Why is it called joystick. Is it like a stick giving you joy, because if not, they can just name this little o'black," I said earning his laugh.
"Kinda, but you have to challenge yourself to win," he said.
"So it's called challenge stick?" I asked.
He laughed again. I really don't understand this thing.
"Okay, enough of that. How am I gonna make this car move?" I asked him.
It took him a minute to contain himself, but he still answered me.
"You push this button to make him drift and to hit something," he explained pointing me 2 buttons and pushing it himself.
"Who would want their store tear down in a race? And why do I have to drift? Isn't this like a race, drifting will only make you slower," I said.
He laughed again.
"Damn, I ain't a pro so stop laughing!"
"You have to drift to earn points, you also have to hit something to earn a boost or something," he explained.
I tried it myself, it was not bad.
After minutes of driving and drifting, I won and become bored.
"Now that I won and learned your thing, can we now do my thing?" I said handing him back the joystick.
"And what is that?" he said kissing my temples.
"FANGIRLING!" I announced.
He just face-palmed.
"We are never gonna do that. NEVER. EVER. EVER!" he said.
"Awww, come on Sandro, you should try my thing too," I said giving him the pleading eyes.
"Okay okay, fine," he gave in. "But it's only because I love you," he smirked.
"Yes, now go eject that thing," I ordered.
He ejected his game stuffs and he threw me the remote.
"We are watching, Teen wolf!" I announced.
He sat beside me and put his hands in my waist.
"why is it even called Teen wolf, the guys playing the role aren't teens anymore?" he asked.
And I just laughed.
Now I know why he's laughing at me earlier.
