"Remind me again why we're wearing this again?"
"Because, Y/N," Ethan sighs, "I need to show my off patriotism to the rest of the world!"
"Fine, then. Correction: Why am I wearing this?" You look down at your American Flag-themed apparel and shake your head.
"I don't want to look stupid by myself," he states matter-of-factly (A/N: Is this even a real phrase? Who knows. Who cares. I'm gonna use it anyway.).
"So you're aware of how ridiculous we look?"
"Very."
"And we're still wearing it?"
"Absolutely! Now, are you going to take this picture or not?" he giggles, pushing his red, white, and blue sun glasses off the top of his and onto his nose.
You'd completely forgotten about your initial mission until he mentioned it.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry." You then proceed to take multiple pictures before handing his phone back to him.
"Well?"
"Well?" you mimic.
"You ready to go?"
"Do I have to?"
"I'm going to take take that as a yes." Ethan grabs your hand and pulls you toward the door of the apartment.
"But I don't like people..."
He ignores you and continues on, still dragging you behind him.
****
You feel a pair of arms wrap around your shoulders from behind you. "How'r you holding up, Y/N?" Ethan whispers into your ear, sounding only slightly less sober than he did a couple hours ago.
You shrug. Not much had really happened. You got to watch Ethan play with Mark (a dog, not Mark, Mark), and hear the other Mark (now Mark, Mark) and Tyler sing a drunken rendition of Firework by Katy Perry...
"That boring, huh?"
"It's not that it's boring, it's just..." you trail off, unsure of how to elaborate what you were thinking.
"Tired, hungry, uncomfortable, pregnant?" He then gasps dramatically. "Y/N! How could you not tell me you're pregnant?! Preggers?! Pregananant?! I though I could trust you..."
You roll your eyes at him as he throws a hand over his forehead and pretends to pass out. "Get up, dork. The fireworks are about to start."
He sighs and stands up, only to sit back down... Right on top of you. "Ethan, get off! You're crushing me!"
"Are you calling me fat?" he chuckles.
"Yes, I am, now get off!" Your boyfriend finally obliges and moves to his own chair—not before moving it closer to yours first, of course—and leaning in for a kiss.
When you pull away from each other, he smiles and simply says, "Those fireworks were great, weren't they? I mean, pretty short, but definitely the best I've ever seen."
For the millionth time that night, you roll your eyes at him. "Shut up..."
As the real fireworks began, just a few minutes later, you lay your head on his shoulder, wishing this moment could last forever.
****I don't know what this is going to become or what to call it, but after seeing Ethan's outfit for today, I couldn't resist. Enjoy, and happy Fourth of July everyone (well, to Americans, I guess; if you're not from the U.S., comment where you're from.) Also, yes, I did link a Miley Cyrus song to this thing and, no, I do not care what anyone thinks.
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