Sanity || j.d

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“Hey, what’s that?” I gestured to his top and as he looked down at it, I tapped his hand upwards, getting ice cream all over his nose.

He gasped, looking up at me like he was really mad. I nervously took a step backwards, but couldn’t hold back my laughter: I mean who could take him seriously when he had a dot of ice cream all over his nose? 

“Sarah you’re going to pay for that.” He growled and of course, I knew I had to run otherwise I’d be dead. But him being him, reached out, grabbing my wrist before I even had the chance to turn and run. Pulling me back to him, I pulled with all my might, but he had an iron grip on my wrist.

I giggled knowing that I had no way out. But instead of dotting my nose like I had to him, he dunked it on my forehead. “I hate you.” I cried out, clumsily wiping it off and then cleaning my hand on his shirt, blushing like crazy.

“No you don’t, you love me.” He helped me clean up myself and then I offered to buy him a replacement ice cream, but he shook his head saying, “I didn’t even want it the first time.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Told you.” He smirked.

We were difficult with each other; problematic but always playful.