"Bailey, don't you think you're a little too old to write a letter to Santa and leave him milk and cookies?" Louis asked me from where he was laying down on the couch watching TV.
"Don't you think you're a little too old to be getting over excited by getting toys from your mates for your birthday?" I asked looking up at him. I was sitting at the coffee table write a letter to Santa.
"No there is a difference. Toys are real, Santa isn't." I glared at him.
"Yes he is Louis. Shut up."
"How about you make me?"
"How about you let me write my letter in peace? Here you should write one too."
"Babe it's my birthday you can't order me around."
"Can too."
"Oh and why is that?"
"Because I'm your girlfriend and you do anything to make me happy."
"You're so cute when you're angry and you get angry over the littlest things."
"I do not."
"Yes you do."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do not."
"Do too."
"Do too."
"Do not. Wait! You tricked me."
"Yes I did. What are you going to do about it?" Louis got up off the couch and started walking towards me. I stood up and started running. If I had stayed there on the floor he would have tickled me. Tickles are my greatest weakness. Louis' arms wrapped around my waist and he picks me up. He carries me back to the living room and throws me on the couch. Louis climbed on top of me and started tickling me.
"Bailey you're so fucking cute, and stubborn." Louis said after he was done tickling me.
"That's why you love me. Can I open one present please?" I gave Louis puppy dog eyes.
"Alright but I'm choosing it."
"Yay!" Louis gets off of the couch and left to go somewhere. I sat up on the couch and waited for him to come back. Louis came back holding my present behind his back.
"Bailey, I've known you since we were tiny kids. You were always a year behind me but we were still friends. We've lived next door to each other our entire lives. I have had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. We watched each other grow up, do our best, do our worst, and be in relationships. I have and always will love you. Bailey Weaver will you do me the honor and marry me." Louis was kneeling on one knee with a blue velvet box open in front of me.
"Oh my God! Of course I will Louis." I grabbed Louis in a warm hug and kissed him softly.
"I love you Bailey." Louis whispered into my ear.
"I love you too." I whisper back.
