•Pumpkin Spice Latte•
With it being fall, of course I've made my whole personality revolve around fall.
Which is why I'm currently in my kitchen, wearing a brown sweater with some leggings and my uggs, with a pair of pumpkin earrings!
"Jaire!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs.
I swear that man took longer to get ready than me!
"I'm coming baby, hold on!" He shouted back.
The difference between Jaire and I, well i'm the most impatient person you'll ever meet, he however is the most patient person you'll ever meet. It's a wonder we work so well.
"It took you twenty minutes to get ready for a Starbucks trip?" I asked staring at my boyfriend.
He looked hot as hell, I'll give him that.
"Yes, I look good, don't I?" He smirked pulling me in by my hips.
"No."
"Don't lie to yourself mama."
I walked away from Jaire, if I'd stayed a second longer my knees would've gave out.
"You think I'm hot!" He called after me laughing.
"No I don't. You're ugly."
"That hurts my feelings." He sighed as he backed out of the drive way.
"Good."
Jaire and I were constantly joking around, so of course I was joking when I called him ugly.
But I am mad at him for using that name...
It gets me every single time.
"So, what're we getting?" He asked as we walked into Starbucks, we were lucky enough to be third in line, so not a long wait.
"Pumpkin spice latte." My favorite fall drink, call me basic, I don't care.
"I've never had that." Jaire stared up at the menu.
"WHat?!?" I quickly quieted my voice.
"I hardly come here!"
"I'm a Dunkin guy." That statement had me falling into Jaire, it's one thing to see your boy holding a Starbucks coffee, but it's another thing to hear him say he's a "Dunkin guy."
"You're being so mean to me today!" He pushed me off of him.
"I'm sorry, I love you." I stood on my tippy toes and kissed Jaire's jaw.
"On the lips." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes and kissed him on the lips, "you're forgiven, I love you more."
"Shithead."
"Drink." I shoved my pumpkin spice latte in front of Jaire.
"What if I don't want to?" He sassed, sometimes he acted like a child.
"Then no more kisses."
"Give it here!" That gets him every time.
"You like it?" I smiled widely full of excitement.
Jaire stared at me before opening his car door and spitting the latte out.
"Hey!"
"That's horrible." He coughed.
"You're horrible." I turned my nose up at him.
"I love you." He chuckled.
"I love my pumpkin spice latte."
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-Authors Note-
To whoever requested Jaire, here you go!
I honestly don't know what this is😭✋🏻
I've also never had a pumpkin spice latte, I don't even like pumpkin flavored things.
Are you a Starbucks or a Dunkin gal?!?
Anyway, enjoyyy
Much love!🩷
