Sticks X Male Reader

Love makes you crazy

That morning, you woke up Sticks, and you went out on a walk. Sticks smiled at you and you smiled back. Just then, Sticks said, "Hey __________." "Yes?" You asked. "This is sort of a dumb question...but why do you love me?" She asked, looking down a bit. "What do you mean dumb?" You asked. "Well I mean...I never pictured anyone in love with me. Or I would be in love with anyone. I mean...I'm a feral badger. Aren't I crazy?" She looked at you with a glimmer in her eyes. You held her hands. "Sticks," you said. "You're not crazy. That's just what love is. It drives people crazy. It's not mind control. It's not anything robots, aliens, or even the government wants us to do. I love you because...well...I would rather date you than anyone who isn't as enthusiastic as you." Sticks raised her boomerang. "And what does that mean?" She asked. You smiled and kissed her cheek. "It means that being with you is an adventure. So what if people think I'm in love with some sort of jungle creature? That's not what I think at all. I think you're the most extraordinary girl I have ever met in my life." Sticks blushed and felt her face. "I think...I think I feel that way too," she smiled. You wrapped your arms around her, and she wrapped her arms around you. "But the confusing thing is," she began. "Whether I'm with you or not...I can be crazy." You chuckled and said, "Me too Sticks. Me too." And finally, you both kissed passionately, and continued on with your walk.