Michael Clifford’s thoughts on roller coasters
They’re so cute I want to cry
*pulls back to look at you for a minute and then shakes my head* you have literally been trying to get in my pants all day and then I finally give you the open opportunity to kiss me all you want, sitting on the counter wait, and you pick the food. *shakes my head some more but with a smile* I always think I know you better than you do yourself but I will truly never figure you out. *grabs another fork and takes a piece of ravioli for myself* you are so weird. But you’re mine.
*rests my chin on top of your head and closes my eyes as well, staying like that for a while until I know the ravioli will start getting sticky and I pout a little as I push you away enough to hop off the counter and finish up with the ravioli and the sauce before I go back over to the counter and gesture for you to lift me up and once you do I smile and kiss your forehead, temple, then all over your face* we can use a microwave if we need to heat it back up.