Arkin
“Okay. Is there anything you want to say munchie? I’m kind of a little bit freaked out here with how you’re acting just sitting there staring at me and all.”
I looked at my boyfriend on the driver’s seat beside me.
He was driving me to the uni as what I asked him earlier just so he could be excused from god knows what my mother thought was fun to make my oh so willing boyfriend do.
“Two things.”
I raised my fingers at him.
“One. Stop calling me munchie I don’t even know what that means and it’s not really helping specially in this situation we’re in at the moment.”
I told him what I was also concerned about.
But compared to this whole thing with us being together and my mother’s take on it, our endearment or lack thereof should really be the least
