TRIGGER WARNING: car accident, drinking and driving (not by e, i promise)
(y/n pov)
"Why do you look like that?" you asked, getting into his car.
"Yeah, hello to you too, babe," he said with a laugh, leaning over to kiss you. You smiled, pulling away. "And, because I'm happy."
"Why?"
"I'm not allowed to be happy?"
"You sure are, but, why?" He smiled.
"Today's a good day, that's why." You smiled, shrugging. "Care for a date with yours truly?" You smiled some more, shaking your head.
"Why?"
"I'll take that as a yes because you ask too many questions." You laughed and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "And you're spending the whole day with me."
"The whole day?" you asked. He nodded. "Gosh, I'd have to check my schedule, E-"
"Oh, shut up."
"Then what first?" He sighed, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, the one hand's fingers he had on it, anyway.
"I don't know- woah," he slammed on the breaks as a guy took a left turn while he was ricing forward. The cars behind them slammed there's too, honking their horns.
"What the heck?" you asked, making a face at the guy who drove by.
"Fuck, people don't know how to drive," E yelled. You shook your head as he started up again, driving forward. "And- back to your question."
"Yes?"
"I don't know, m'lady, what do you wanna do?" You sighed, thinking. "You've got all day with this," he said, referring to himself. You rolled your eyes.
"I don't know, E, let's do something we don't really do- how about we go shopping?" He frowned.
"You just want me for my credit card." You laughed and leaned over to kiss him again.
"Exactly." He laughed and took your hand to squeeze.
"Also?" he asked, turning to you. "Happy three years, baby." You smiled.
"Right back at you, Dolan."
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"See, look how nice this is," you said, picking up a shirt. He pulled his hand out of his pockets and looked at it.
"I already have a shirt in that colour." You frowned.
"How come you never wear it?" He shrugged. "Well, we're getting it."
"Oh?" You nodded. "What would I even wear that too?"
"I don't know, you can wear it to our date tonight." He frowned.
"Our date?"
"Oh, you're telling me you're not taking me out on a special surprise romantic date for our third anniversary." He laughed, clapping his hands together. "I know you, E."
"That you do." You smiled, throwing the shirt over your forearm. "What about for you?"
"I have something nice to wear," you told him with a smile. "It's in my closet."
"Well, it wouldn't be in your fridge." You rolled your eyes. I banged my head on the freezer yesterday, and now it's bruised," he said with a pout. You turned and he pushed back his hair to show you a little bruise. You shook your head with a smile.
"Idiot."
"Kiss it better?"
"Absolutely not."
