"Oh my god," you whispered, staring at the movie screen with wide, teary eyes. As the end credits began rolling, you heard soft sniffles to the side of you and looked toward the source of the sound, smiling slightly when you saw Michael clutching his arms rests and biting his lip with tears building the corners of his eyes.
"Mikey... are you crying?" you giggled, wiping your nose.
"No," he croaked. The lights brightened, revealing his splotchy cheeks and trembling lip. He quickly covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly.
"You ARE crying!" you teased, holding a hand over your mouth to mask your giggles. "That's not very punk rock of you."
He sniffed slightly, rubbing his eyes cutely, "I am not crying! It's just... it's my contacts!"
You scoffed, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows pointedly, "You don't wear contacts Michael."
"Shut up!" he whined, covering his face with his hands once more.
You shook your head bemusedly, watching as the crowd cleared out of the movie theatre. "It's okay to cry Michael."
He crossed his arms and pouted, his eyes puffy and his cheeks red. "I don't know what you're talking about... I'm not crying."
"Whatever you say Mikey," you pestered, smirking mischievously.
"Hmph," he slid further in his seat, his mouth etched in a frown.
You reached over and ruffled his hair, smiling brightly, "You're so adorable."
"Yeah, yeah. But you better not tell the boys." He grumbled, glaring at you crossly.
"So you admit to crying!?" you asked, faking surprise.
"Yes," he groaned, sighing exaggeratedly.
"Ha!" you teased, smugly tossing the last piece of popcorn in your mouth.
"Shut up. You're so annoying." he seethed, holding his hand to his forehead.
"But you love me," you grinned, smirking cockily.
"No, I hate you," he retorted.
"You love me," you repeated.
"I hate you,"
"You love me,"
"I hate you,"
"YoooOOUUU LOOOVVEEE MEEEEE!!!" you obnoxiously shouted, poking his cheek.
He sighed, a small smile cracking his previously stony facade, "Fine. I love you."
"Yay! I love you too!" you cheered, pecking him on the cheek.
"Hey, That's it?" he asked, sticking his lip out and using his best puppy dog eyes.
"...I guess one kiss wouldn't hurt," you teased, quickly pecking him on the lips.
"You're horrible," he groaned, pulling you back in for a sweet kiss.
"You love me really," you joked, kissing him lightly on the cheek before pulling away.
"Obviously babe, we've been over this," he sassed, entwining his fingers with yours.
"You're such a dork," you laughed, standing up and dragging him out of the theatre.
"You know you love it," he teased, squeezing your hand slightly as he pecked the tip of your nose.
"Yea, I guess," you shrugged, pretending to act indifferent.
He opened the door out of the lobby area for you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you walked back to his car together, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," you sighed, smiling brightly as you felt his lips press against the top of your head, your previous teasing session already forgotten.
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