"a whole ass angel," i declared. "the world does not deserve you, billie eilish."
she giggled. "you don't think so?"
i turned so that i was laying on my back now. i made grabby hands for her, then pulled her so that she was laying on top of me. i c...
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"i'm all for being romantic or whateva, but why couldn't you carry me?" i asked in a faux annoyed voice as i carried billie and the picnic basket through the park.
surprisingly, there was nobody here. i'm definitely not complaining though.
"because you're taller," she said in a 'duh' voice. "the taller one carries the shorter one."
"i'm taller by an inch. i hardly classify as being taller."
"any other time, you'd brag about being taller." she deadpanned.
"play the card when it's the right time." i gave a teasing smirk as i reached a nice area to set the picnic up.
she got off my back. "it's so pretty here."
"right?" i asked, then turned my cap to face forward, instead of backwards. "the sun is bright as hell though."
"true." she agreed.
my eyes widened as she took my cap. i was going to protest, but then she placed it on her own head. a soft smile settled on my face.
it looks better on her.
"you're cute," i complimented softly, but then reached forward and took her sunglasses. "but if you're taking my cap, then i'm taking these."
"fair enough." she giggled.
we set out a blanket across the grass, though we moved a little bit over so that we would be under some shade. we sat down and i pulled the picnic basket close to me. i opened it up and brought out some pasta that i had made, some cookies that i made west bake, as well as some drinks.
"you ever had pasta?" i raised a brow as i opened the container to show it to her.
"uh, i don't think so." she shook her head after a moment.
"here." i mumbled. i pulled out a fork, got some of the pasta on it, then fed it to her.
her eyes widened in delight. "ouu, that's so good."
"'cause it was made by your's truly." i smirked.
she playfully rolled her eyes. "shut up."
"make me then," i said lowly as i met her eyes. "you want me to shut up? then make me."
i smirked as her face flushed a deep red. she gently shoved my shoulder, pushing me back. "get outta here."
