Boyfriend Oneshots

Pucker up! Kiss Cam

"Hey Carter, we should do something this weekend, what sounds good?" I ask with my head against my boyfriends shoulder blade. We were currently sitting on the floor of the library as Carter was supposed to be helping me study. Whenever I asked for help he acted all annoyed with me as if I forced him to come along and help. But he's cute and he says nice things...so? It's alright I guess.

"Uhh, yeah, whatever sounds good, Layla." He says distractedly. His eyes are always glued to his phone. With a roll of my gray eyes I pick up my chemistry book and start reading the chapter review while giving the soon-to-be plans a thought. 

"What about a baseball game? Yeah, we could go see your favorite team, babe." I say trying to add a tinge of excitement to my voice. I've been trying to spend more time with Carter but he's always busy, so he says. 

Feeling a shrug from him, "That sounds fun, Layla, I'll grab tickets and we'll go." I feel him getting up and I lean away in order that I don't fall back and bust my head open. Because that's attractive, right? Anyway, he tells me he's gotta go and I start packing up a couple hours after he's gone. I wish he would've helped me study a little more. I had most of it under control but then my brain has a minor coma and I can't remember what I just did literally ten seconds ago. It's really not like I could've asked for help, he was almost totally against it for some reason, trying to get out of it by pushing it off and telling me to 'ask Google'. 

I sigh and shove the last book into my satchel. Pushing the hair out of my eyes I leave the library and soon enough I'm home. I throw my bag down and flop my body onto the couch, a sigh of happiness leaving my lips as soon as I hit the cushions. 

~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~

*Honk* *Honk*

 Carter! I think, running to grab my phone and house keys. I'm outta the house in a flash and inside his shiny suburban.

"Hey, how come you never wanna come ring my doorbell or something?" I ask, genuinely curious. He's never once actually come and done something other than sit in the driveway and honk or shoot me a text. 

"I don't know, why would I?" He says with an amused look and serious tone. 

"I mean, I don't have a problem with it. It's just that...I don't know. Never-mind." I say half-halfheartedly. Carter is not very romantic and that's okay, but...idk, it'd be nice sometimes if he put forth an effort to be cute or something. 

"Mkay, then." He says curtly slightly letting out a huff of annoyance. 

The ride to the stadium is a silent one. Music from the radio flows through the slightly awkward silence, which is totally unreal because we've been dating for months now. Usually I would try to fill the silence but whenever I try to start up a conversation he gives me one word answers and is just distant. It's funny, really, he's never this quiet around his friends, or with literally anybody else. Oh well, let's just get through this game. 

~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~

We pull into the parking and start looking for a space. Cars everywhere trying to find a spot. We weave in and out of parking blocks and try for any space that's open. Getting cut off by other drivers who were literally flying to get the spot, most of them being old geezers. 

"And they say young drivers shouldn't be out on the road. Go back to old folks home you twat!" Carter yells out the window. I swat his shoulder and he rolls the window up continuing to aimlessly drive around. 

"Ooh! There's one there!" I say excitedly because it's close to the stadium entrance. Carter speeds up and maneuvers the SUV to pull in when I see it's a handicap spot.