Idiot

I dabbed at the cut just under his eyebrow with a cotton ball. I could tell he was trying not to wince, as he stared it me.
"What happened again?"
"Jake was pulling me on my skateboard that was tied to his bike and I hit a mailbox."
I laughed at him and shook my head.
"You're an idiot."
"I love you," he told me for the third time that day. I just shook my head.
"Still an idiot."

*Not a Teen Wolf story!*