I Don't Understand you ||Tsukishima Kei Story

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Y/n's pov

"I didn't mean to get us kicked out," I say.

Everything was going fine, we stated at the dinosaur exhibit for hours, and I mean hours. And apparently your not allowed to just stay at one exhibit for hours on end. So when one of the staff people came and told us that we would have to go and look at the trash art, or the history crap I was not having it at all. I wasn't even that loud, I was just trying to make a point that we shouldn't have to leave the dinos if we didn't want to.

It was not fun, all I wanted to do was stay and see the dinos. Then they said that they needed us to leave, heat been broke so many times. But I got some chicken nuggets, so I guess that good.

"Sorry," I apologize.

"You don't need to apologize to me," he laughs. "You're the one who was crying into you nuggets,"

"I didn't cry," I say.

"Yes you were," he says.

"Your eyes are still red," he points out.

"That's because I put bleach in my eyes," I say. "Because I had to look at you,"

"How nice," he says as he takes on of my nuggets.

"Give it back," I reach for it.

"No," he quickly eats it.

"Your a such a rat," I say dramatically as I fall onto him.

"God it's just a nugget," he says. "You look stupid, were in the middle of the sidewalk,"

"I was saving that one for last," I say. "It looked like Nicolas cage,"

"It did not look like Nicolas Cage," He shakes his head.

"It did, I saw it," I insist. "You didn't see because you're a blind ass hoe,"

"It didn't look like Nicolas Cage," he laughs.

"Hey put me down," I say.

"No," he says.

"Your gonna give me rabies," I squirm.

"You're the one who gave me rabies," he says. "Now stop moving, it's hard to carry you when you flop around like a dead fish,"

"Dead fish don't flop, idiot," I say.

"Tch whatever, just go to sleep," he says.

"Ew no, I don't want to go to sleep," I say. "Sleep is for the weak,"

"Your tired," he shakes his head. "I can tell,"

"How do you know?" I ask. "Are you a stalker or something,"

"As If I'd want to be your stalker," he says.

"I bet you do," I yawn. "You're a creepy stalker, but it's okay you're my creepy stalker,"

"Whatever just go to sleep," he laughs.

"Don't leave me in a dumpster," I say.

"I'll leave you in the recycling bin," He says.

"Thank you," I smile.

-

"Are you eating gushers?" I ask as I slowly open my eyes.

"I thought you were sleeping," Kei says.

"I was," I yawn. "I heard you, open gushers,"

"So I can shake you and drop you on the ground and you won't wake up. But I open a pack of gushers and you're magically awake?" he asks.

"Exactly," I say. "I only wake up for priorities,"

"You better not have dropped that girl!" I head Akina call out. "I will ground you,"

"I didn't drop her," Kei sighs. "I was joking,"

"Don't joke about that," she says. "She'll break up with you,"

"I won't break up with him," I say.

"What a sweet girl," I hear his mom say. "Kei you are very lucky,"

"I know," he says.

"Awww how sweet," I gush. "You're so nice,"

"I'll push you off the bed," Kei threatens.

"Kei you better not," Akina says. "Be nice,"

"I won't," he sighs.

"Yeah be nice," I look up at him. "Or you'll get grounded,"

"Yeah whatever," he drops a pillow on my face.

"You're bad at suffocating people," I say as I pull off the pillow. "You'd be a terrible murderer.

"I'm being nice," he says.

"Dropping a pillow on someone's face is not nice," I say. "Say something nice,"

"Your really pretty," he says genuinely.

"That doesn't feel right," I squint my eyes. "Don't say nice things,"

"And you're funny too," he says.

"No more compliments, I refuse," I shake my head. "It sounds weird,"

"And I'm really happy that you're my girlfriend," he says.

I grab a pillow and cover my face.

"As much as that's really sweet and I'm happy that your my boyfriend ima have to ask you to stop being nice because it is not like you at all," I mumble into the pillow.

"But I'm being nice," he laughs.

"Stop," I say. "Hearing you say nice things is like like..."

"Like what?" he asks.

"Snorting a line or basil of a surfboard," I say.

"What?" he questions.

"Exactly," I say.

"Dunmbass," he laughs.

"Much better," I smile.

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