ferociouslittlefox:
UGH.
“Christ, you’re a dipshit.” Gently, she smacked his cheek with the sleeve of her sweatshirt; given by the size, it was probably his, which didn’t exactly help her case. “I don’t know, a little peace and quiet wouldn’t kill me.” Ass. He would hate being ignored more, it was like taking care of a toddler.
“ Guess what? I’m your dipshit. “ And he’s definitely going to rub that into her face, poking gently at her side. Nothing seemed so entertaining to know that another person willfully dealt with his shit. Oh, young love--it usually made him sick but Jonsey was WORTH it. His grin obviously growing. “ Aw, Jonsey don’t send me away like that -- I need attention or else I’ll die. You don’t want me to die, do ya? Don’t let me die Jonseyyyy-- “