You shuffled around in bed, trying to find a comfortable spot to watch your show in. Suddenly, your phone started ringing,and you struggled to find it in your mass of blankets. Finally, your hands hit the cool glass surface, and you held it up triumphantly, only smiling even wider when you saw it was your boyfriend, Wyatt calling you. Pressing answer, you held the phone to your ear.
"Hi, babe," you greeted, leaning back on your pillows. You could practically feel Wyatt smiling on the other end of the phone.
"Hi, lovebug," he greeted, making you blush at his nickname for you, "I was wondering if you wanted to come to the store with me?"
"Wyatt, it's nearly midnight! What on Earth do you need at the store at this time?" you asked, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend.
"I really want hot cheetos! We have none in my house," Wyatt whined, and you could picture the pout on his face. Biting your lip, you pretended to think for a minute before answering.
"Alright, yeah, I'll come. But you have to come pick me up," you said finally, and Wyatt cheered from his end of the phone.
"Okay, I'll be there in ten," he said, before hanging up. Rolling out of bed, you pulled on a pair of leggings and threw a sweatshirt on over the tank top you were wearing, before getting your shoes and opening your window. For this little trip to work out, you needed to successfully sneak out.
Landing on the soft grass of your yard, you made your way out to the curb before slipping on your shoes. It was another two minutes before Wyatt came down the sidewalk. You held a finger to your lips to signal quiet, and he nodded. You ran quietly as you could to where he was standing a little ways down the sidewalk, wrapping him up in a hug as soon as you got to him.
Wyatt let out a quiet chuckle, wrapping you up in his warm arms for a minute, before you pulled away. He grinned, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead.
"Hi, Wyatt," you grinned, slipping your hand in his as you two began walking down the sidewalk.
"Hi, princess," he greeted back, a blush rising to his cheeks. Boy, was he whipped for you. You two walked in silence for a couple of minutes, before you made it to the brightly-lit neon sign outside the small cornerstore.
Wyatt started jogging, pulling you along after him. His eyes were as bright as his smile; he looked like a kid in a candy shop.
"Hot cheetos, hot cheetos, hot cheetos," he quietly chanted as he searched each aisle for his beloved snack. You laughed quietly, not being able to wipe the smile off your face. Wyatt stopped, turning around to look at you.
"What?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and looking cuter than before, if that was even possible.
"Nothing, you're just cute," you said dismissively, shaking your head. Wyatt grinned, coming closer to you and resting his hands on your hips.
"Me, cute? You got it wrong, you're the cute one," he said, face so close that your noses were almost touching. Your cheeks blushed ruby red, and you cast your eyes down. Your cheeks hurt from grinning so much.
"You're too good to me, Oleff," you whispered, stretching upward to press your lips to his in a gentle kiss. One of his hands moves from your hips to your cheek, thumb rubbing comfortably over your cheek bone.
"I love you, princess," he said, pecking your nose, "Now, let's get my cheetos!"
