guys my age ✷ kian lawley

five

[ present ]

kian and jc were playing some video game while fleur sat and watched, her legs flung over kian's.

"are we still going cinemas this weekend?" fleur asked kian.

"of course, baby, it's our something anniversary."

fleur rolled her eyes, not bothering to correcting him.

"you can't," jc said.

"why can't i?" asked kian.

"we're going to get them tickets for that video thingy."

even though she tried not to, fleur felt annoyed.

kian and jc never told her anything until it was too late or had already happened, and when they did finally tell her, it wasn't a full story.

"kian! you promised we could go."

"i know, baby, but this is important for me and jc."

what about what's important to me? fleur thought, but instead she just said:

"whatever. you're still taking me disney land, though, right?"

kian nodded enthusiastically and kissed fleur and jc looked away.

fleur was glad she didn't have an outburst or kian would have gotten all defence and that never went well.

"i remember. i write it on my arm every morning."

kian rolled up his sleeve and showed her the date, which blended in with all his tattoo.

fleur giggled and kissed the date, pretending that she wasn't still pissed.