Lover

Chapter 4. "A Burrito"

Joe POV:

I couldn't stop grinning like crazy when I heard her reply. She was okay. She was here. My heart lit up a thousand bulbs inside.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?" I asked.

"Because I don't want to." She replied, her voice was dry and scratchy but I was just glad she was talking.

"And why is that?" I proceeded to ask, just wanting the conversation to keep going.

"Cause I'm mad." She answered. I smiled. Whenever she told me that she was mad, she actually wasn't. I learned that in the three years I've been with her.

She moved her head from my shoulder and I was glad I had put my arm under it already so it won't fall back. Her eyes were still closed, and I felt her wriggling under the blankets, but I held on tight. I wasn't going to let her go just yet.

"Let me go." She announced, wriggling harder. I chuckled. I was very happy with my handy work actually. I wrapped the blankets around her pretty securely.

"Baby, you're not going anywhere." I confessed, stroking away her bangs which had fallen back on her forehead.

She stilled at my answer. "I don't wanna look at you, right now." She was almost pouting as she said that.

I couldn't hide my amusement at the conversation we were having. " I thought the lyrics were, ' I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you'?" I said grinning like a devil. Yes I use her lyrics to describe myself sometimes...

I could see her lips struggling to stay still and not form a smile. She was always happy when I talked about her music. It was the easiest way to lighten up her mood.

"I'm not talking about the lyrics." She tried to sound rigid but her tone was getting more and more soft.

I was just about to answer, when she started couching. Really couching. Her whole body shook as she tried to calm down. My anxiety came back instantly.

"SHIT!" I panicked.

"C-could you g-get me some water?" She spoke in between her couching.

I quickly put her head back on the cushion and ran into the kitchen to bring some water.

God please let her be okay...

I prayed over and over again in my head as I poured water into the glass.

I came back with the water to find her wriggling in the blanket face-down, trying to get out. And miraculously, her couching had completely disappeared too.

I sat down beside her and rolled her back onto her back. She quickly closed her eyes again and began to fake couch like I didn't just catch her trying to escape with her face in the cushion.

"You might be an excellent singer Taylor, but not a very good actress." I spoke, putting the glass of water on the floor beside us and putting her back where she belonged. In my arms.

"I don't care what you say!" She spoke, trying to sound angry, but I knew her more than that. Her eyes were now tightly forced shut.