dylan and i were eating right now, he had spicy rice and orange chicken and i had regular rice with general chicken from the local chinese store.
i decided to mess with him and ask if i could have some of his.
"dyl can i try some of yours?" i asked and he looked away from his food and at me, raising an eyebrow.
"babe, it's spicy." he chuckles a bit and swirls his fork in his bowl. "are you sure?" i nod and grab a bite of his food. "do you like it?" i chewed slowly and cringed, but managed to nod and smile.
"it's so good," my mouth was burning, "can i have another bite?" he smirks and pushes the bowl towards me.
"be my guest." dylan watched me in amusement as i took another bite, almost gagging as it touched the back of my throat. "oh hey, payton!" i turned around and saw payton walking down the stairs, "look how much y/n loves my spicy rice." i smile and shrug.
"yum!" i turned away from them and fanned my mouth, panting, "dylan maybe some water please?" he gets up slowly and takes his grand old time taking a cup out of the cabinet and pouring water in it. "babe, please!"
i stood up and ran towards him, pushing him out of the way and crouched down, putting my tongue under the faucet and letting the water fall into my mouth. both of the boys watched and giggled as i leant over the sink with my nose running.
"dylan, how do you not die from that," i took in a sharp breath, "like oh my god."
"i don't know," he shrugs and wraps an arm around my waist, leaning his head on my back.
"why am i so singleee?!" payton groans and throws his head back, walking away.
"why would you let me try it!" i hit his chest playfully, "you asshole."
"you love me though."
"we'll duh." we both laugh a little and he leans in for a quick kiss, and of course i kiss back.
