Michael
"The fireworks are about to start, Michael! Move your lazy arse or we'll never get a good spot!" you yell.
"Calm your tits, I'm right behind you!" Michael laughs back at you.
"Oh so you think missing the fireworks is funny, Clifford?"
"No, you're just really cute when you're angry."
"Shut up," you mumble, probably as red as a tomato.
"They're starting! Hurry up old man!" you tell him.
"Hey! You're the one who insisted on getting that funnel cake!" Michael says, putting his hands in the air in defence.
"Shush!" you scold him as you find a place to sit in the grass. Michael sits behind you so that his legs are in either side of you and your back rests on his chest. You watch in amazement as the first few fireworks explode in mid air. You hear Michael chuckle slightly.
"What?"
"Nothing"
"Clifford..."
"You're really cute and I love you."
"I love you too but let me watch the pretty fireworks."
"You're much prettier than the fireworks," Michael mutters.
"Let's not be cliche Michael," you say as he kisses the top of your head.
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