“keep in mind, you’re the one who keeps seeking all this out. i think part of you likes it when i make your life hell, baby,” daisy grinned into a kiss, unable to help herself from kissing him again and again. “okay, well, i’ll just always keep it stocked. i’ll keep an eye on it whenever i’m over and i’ll bring all different kinds too. the holiday versions and the weird flavoured ones and all of the above. you don’t have to worry about a thing when it comes to marshmallows.” she knew he’d give into her request, and it only made daisy more confident in her choice of heath. and when she heard him defend himself, the girl really did feel a glimmer of hope and a few butterflies in her stomach that there might be actual romantic declarations in their future. “would you really? that’s not just all stupid fucking talk and game — you’d actually do those things and make that effort for me?” her voice was light and threatened to give out at the first sign of him not being as in this as she may be, even if daisy hadn’t fully waded through her feelings towards heath yet. she just didn’t like to always be the one that liked someone else more. “jesus fucking christ, don’t die on me! clearly you have to learn how to take a joke if this is going to work out, heath,” daisy laughed, knowing she very well would be inviting him to stay the night once they got home. “speaking of, how about we head out soon? it’s getting late and i could use a little alone time with my date.”
“listen, i never said i was the sanest guy ever. did i?” so yeah, maybe he did like it when she challenged him, made him groan and want to tug his hair out by the roots. it was a hell of a lot more intriguing than the local girls who spread their legs for him without him even asking for it, boring him to death with their porn-star style fake moans. daisy didn’t do that shit, she didn’t pretend. not with him. “you mean like heart ones for valentines and pumpkin shaped ones for halloween? damn, my brothers might end up takin’ all your marshmallows if you bring weird ones over daze. just warnin’ you.” and they’d tease him relentlessly for falling so hard for a rich girl like her. staring at her heath blinked for a second before nodding intently, “of course i would babe, i don’t say anythin’ i don’t mean. you wanna drag me around shops that smell like my grandma’s purse? we’ll do it, if it makes you happy.” making an effort for daisy ironically wasn’t that much of an effort for heath at all — he wanted to do it, make her happy. her parents failed miserably and as far as he knew her friends were vapid and self absorbed, did she ever really have a genuinely fun time? “hey i’ll die if i wanna die, if i decide to choke over you not putting out then i’ll damn well do it darlin’ you just watch”, he was all bravado, hiding his grin as he listened to her tinkling laugh. he wanted to hear that shit on repeat. at the mention of time he cast his gaze upward, noticing how the low hanging grey clouds had been slowly replaced with darkening ones, sun dipping below the stalls and cars. “you could, huh?” eyes back on her he smirked, tugging her close to his side as they walked toward the entrance and exit, “does this alone time include that pretty dress of yours being on or off? ‘cause i got a preference, if you wanna know.”