A crash of thunder echoed through the house as you gathered as many cans of shaving cream as you could find. Your boyfriend, John Egbert, was coming home soon after an outing with some friends and nothing was better in your book than a prank to say hello to the buck-toothed Egbert. You sat behind the couch, your cans of ammunition cold against your short-clad legs. Faintly, you could hear the jiggle of keys and the door slowly creaked open.
"Y/N? You home?" John said, waiting for an answer, you could feel him nearing the couch, you knew he wanted to just plop down and not move. You could see a tuft of black hair over the brown fabric of the couch, getting ready to pounce. You quickly hopped up over your couch, straddling John with your hands behind your back, tightly gripping the cans of whipped cream. John let out a scream that sounded like a toddler that met a clown with nails in their head.
"Any last words, Egbert?"
"Wha-" he said, clearly flustered. You took that as an answer and started spraying him with the cans of shaving cream. He sputtered as you got up and ran to the kitchen, grabbing two packets of Gushers. You ran back to John and started chucking the gummy snacks at him.
"What the hell!?!?!" John screamed with a smile plastered across his face. The Gushers stuck to the shaving cream, making him look like a bedazzled snowman.
"John, you look fabulous." You said as he picked off a Gusher and ate it.
"Thank you." He said, chuckling along with you. He neared closer with his arms wide open. "I missed you, Y/N, why don't you give your boyfriend a hug?"
"NO!" You screamed, now noticing that you didn't think this through.
"John, John, think about what you are doing. Doing to me! I never meant to hurt you!"
"Oh no, Y/N, you look like you need a hug." He ran at you and before you could escape you were trapped. His warm embrace was comforting except for the fact that he was covered in shaving cream and now that you realised it, stale Gushers. How they became stale, you had no clue, nor did you want to ask.
"Why on earth do I put up with you?" You laughed as John kissed the top of your head, leaving residue of the shaving cream.
"Because you loooovvvvveeee me."
"You're lucky that it's true, Egbert." You nuzzled into his chest as he styled your hair with the cream. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
"You just want to see me shirtless!"
"Do not! Besides, there's not much to look at!"
"You take that back!" John said as he threw you over his shoulders and sprinted up the stairs of your apartment.
"Never!"
"Now I'm the one putting up with you, Y/N."
"You got that right!"
