"Scoot over fatty" i groaned, kicking him multiple times.
"I am scooted!" He complained, grabbing my feet.
"Not enough" I sighed, crossing my arms.
"Come here" he smiled, putting me between his legs. "Have you ever thought of taking our relationship to the next level??" He said randomly, cutting the silence.
"What's the next level??" I asked sceptically, turning my head to him.
"Something sexual" he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Not really, have you??" I asked, resting my head on the chest again.
"I have yeah, I'm like sexually frustrated" he groaned. "I used to have a girl all the time and then you came along and you changed all of that" he sighed. "I love you" he smiled, kissing me on the head.
"I love you sometimes" I giggled, him kissing me all over my face and tickling me. "I love you all the time!" I shouted, getting him to stop and kiss me nicely on the lips.
"Yeah, that's right" he nodded, pushing me over.
"We'll see about anything sexual, but for now cuddle me" I said, crawling all up on him.
"You are like a sloth" he groaned. "Don't do that" he chuckled as I tried to climb onto his shoulders.
"But" I frowned. "I do what I want!" I shouted, sitting on his shoulders.
"And I do what I want" he said, flinging me off his shoulders and onto the floor.
"You dick weed" I gasped.
"Bitch" he stuck his tongue out, turning back to his game.
"D-bag" I giggled, hopping onto the bed next to him.
"Fucker" he chuckled, punching me lightly.
"Oh the pain" I screamed.
"Oh the over reacting" he mocked, covering my mouth. "I just want to play my game" he groaned, flinging his arms around.
"Can I play with you!" I asked excitedly, giving him puppy dog eyes.
"Yeah right, you're going to lose" he laughed, handing me a controller.
"Excuse you, I'm going to kick your ass like no ones business" I sassed him, snapping my fingers.
"Okay, I'm a street fighter, I've never lost" he smirked, nodding slowly.
"You're a what!?" I exclaimed, widening my eyes.
"I nothing, what did you hear??" He asked, quickly and nervously.
"You're nervous, tell me" I demanded.
"I'm a street fighter, I haven't done for like a year" he sighed. "It's something stupid I got sucked up in to make money for my family, believe it or not we used to be pretty much on the poor side, then we met my step dad and he's some sort of surgeon" he scoffed. "Things got good fast but you can't really get out of street fighting" he sighed.
"I don't like hearing that you do that" I complained.
"Babe, I don't do it like I used to, only of some requests I do, I don't need the money but I'm not some bitch that runs off" he explained, looking down at his hands.
"Okay, but next time you go I want to be there" I smiled up at him, being supportive.
"The streets are no place a lady like you should be" he shook his head quickly. "The guys are huge dicks and are usually fuck faced drunk, the girls there know how to fight, you are like Bambi" he chuckled a bit at the end.
"I'm not Bambi, my mom didn't get shot killed" I crossed my arms.
"Fine, if I take you, I'm dressing you and you are sticking with the boys" he pointed at me, getting his point across.
"I can dress myself but I will stick with the boys" I nodded.
"We'll see about that" he sighed, turning back to his game, teaching me to play.
"I'm bad at this" I laughed, slamming on the controller.
"You are, that's why I'm going to kick your ass" he lightly pushed me.
"No way, let's challenge" I said determined, losing pretty quickly.