She was chilling on the couch, looking at her phone when I walked into the door. She looked up from her phone giving me a smile
"What are you up to?" I asked, taking off my shoes.
"Reading?" She said.
"Fanfics?" I asked.
"You know I'm a sucker for anything cheesy."
"How do you think I won you over?" I said with a laugh.
She laughed back at me, and I plopped down on the couch beside her. "What's this one about? It's not a fake dating one again?"
"No, but another it's another popular one. It's a couple talking about the stories behind their scars."
"Interesting."
"It's super cheesy."
"I got this scar by falling off my bike," I said, pointing to a scar on my arm.
"What about the one on your knee?' She asked.
"Fell off my deck, I was a klutz. I needed three stitches."
"Ouch. You're so strong." She said, barely holding back her laughter.
"What about this one?" I said, tracing the scar on her forehead with my finger.
"I banged my head against the china cabinet when I was super little."
"That's not very smart."
"I was just learning how to crawl, my mom was so scared, but I didn't even need stitches."
"I like your scar," I told her.
"You're more cheesy than the fictional characters in my stories." She told me.
"You know you love it," I said, kissing her scar.
