popsicles.

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"hm? why did you stop walking?"
i slipped off my shoes, "my feet hurt, that's why"
"damn that sucks the fuck you want me to do about it?"
"i guess nothing" i said picking up my pace.
...

"y/n just get on top of my back" he said bending his back a little so, i could rest my thighs around his neck.
"You sure Alex?"
"Yeah I'm sure"

And there we were, walking alone at 5:24 in the morning, him clutching on to my shoes, and me unbothered.
"people are gonna stareee"
"yeah? you said you're feet hurt? right?"
"i did say that."
"well... then"

"ohh, Alex there's a corner store.. maybe popsicles?"
"bahahaha, it's like what? 23 degrees"
"oh? so none for you?" i said hoping off his back, running to the store.
"Y/N WAIT! UP!"

"What flavor you gonna get?"
"strawberry" I mumbled. "and you?"
"milk flavored"
"Goshhh why do you always get that?"
"behhehe it's what i like"

~
"that will be 3.26"
"I'll pay" I said putting the money on the register before Alex could say shit.

~

"y/n, you're cold?"
"depends"
"what do you mean depends?" "you're such a weirdo.."
"yeah i am cold, gimmie you're jacket"
"we share it."
"then we share it."
"fine then" he said placing his big puffy jacket around both of us, we just sat there in comfortable silence eating our milk, and strawberry flavored popsicles.
But then I felt some soft warm hands wrap around my fingers, i looked back at alex, who put my hand rubbing against his cheek.
I liked his hands, they weren't veiny or big, instead they were long lengthy, hands, with minor scabs.

I opened my mouth into an O shape, trying to get something out, but nothing came out.
"Who.. told you, you could hold my hand?"
"But I want to." He said looking back at me, tugging me against his chest.

...
"Y/n?" He said, tracing my hand.
"yeah?"
"Thanks for the popsicles"
"you idiot" I said pulling the jacket.
"whaat? we're you expecting a "i love you" card?" he laughed.
"well.. maybe.. yeah"
...
does he not love me?
"i hate you the least"
...
"fineee, since you're that desperate, y/n i adore you're every move, and i thought this was fucking obvious by now, i.. i like how you only look at me, it's like you only have eyes... for me, which i hope is t-true... and you know i think you're kinda cute.. so yeah i"

"love you too" i said smashing our faces into eachothers. his lips were cold and chapped but it didn't matter, his eyes twinkled and lit up once i did that, but he didn't let go.
"there happy y/n?" 
"no, you're lips taste like milk"
"oh fuck off"

hi. (thanks for reading hope you enjoyed<3)

y/n: what are you doing?
alex  doing illegal shit online
alex: stuff
y/n: what do you mean stuff?
y/n: are you hiding something from me?
alex: yeah im cheating on you, with thanos
alex: end of story.
(that was cringe)

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