"ethan you don't get it."
"what's there not to get we all have our flaws. there is nothing wrong about that." he says running his hands through my hair.
"well can you at least let me tell you mine?"
"if that's what you wanna do."
"i might be a bitch in morning so catch me at night time."
"i already know that you dork." he says taking the pillow and hitting me with it "don't you remember when i came over at like seven so we could eat pancakes and watch the sunrise, but instead you cussed me out."
i hop out of the bed walking to the kitchen opening the freezer pulling out the tub of ice cream, "awe come on baby, i'm sorry i hit you with the pillow." ethan yells from our now shared bedroom.
i don't say anything as i hop on the counter taking the lid off of the vanilla ice cream. i soon head footsteps thump on the hardwood floor.
"are you pissed?"
"nope."
he stares me in the eye, "are you being honest?"
i try to hide my smile, "i could be pissed but act like i'm not."
"see i knew you were mad, i'll let you hit me with the pillow. i'll go get it right now." he runs to the bedroom and comes back with the pillow giving it to me. "right here." he lightly taps his cheek.
i hit him as hard as i can which ends up being hard. he loses his balance and stumbles backwards.
"oh shit." i laugh hysterically.
"well fuck my life then huh?"
"sorry babe." i say jumping down wrapping my arms around his waist placing my head on his warm chest.
"can we go back to bed i'm getting cold."
