Soft, baby blue
Eyes full of laughter
He looks at me with those bright eyes so often, and in so many way; they will never cease to be beautiful to me. Sadness, joy, anger, surprise; it doesn't matter. Just as long as I get to see those eyes - as long as they keep looking at me.
I look at him in jest, raising my eyebrows in mock suspicion. He stifles a giggle, I can tell, and he copies me with the addition of an exaggerated head tilt. I huff in response, holding back my own laughter, but my cheeks are giving me away.
He breaks, and I look away to try and save myself, but its too late.
"You got to, man! You gotta do it!"
"Dang it!" I shout. I make a frustrated growl and he laughs some more. I laugh too, but it won't be for long.
He's won this stupid game, and now I've got to eat the stupid gross thing. I shake my head at him and he's recovered from laughing with a grin.
He's adorable.
"This sucks."
"It sucks, cuz you sucked. And I didn't! I unsucked!" Aaaaand, he ruined it.
I give him a cockeyed look, but he keeps going of course.
"So suck it." He giggles again. "Suck it down."
He's ridiculous.
"Stop saying suck, man." But I'm laughing again too, at least he's helping delay the inevitable. He presses his lips together and leans forward, overtly anticipating what I have to do. I sigh, pick up the cup and bring it to my lips, and just as I'm getting it into my mouth, he gets real close to me, and whispers "suck".
He's the worst. And I can hear everyone else laughing now too.
I've barely gotten it into my mouth and its already threatening to come back out, just from his perfect timing. I bend over, trying to keep it together. But I can hear him laughing yet again, proud of himself no doubt, enjoying my anguish.
He does shit like that all the time. This constant flip-flop of being amazing and being cringey, and its what makes him who he is, its what has kept me at his side all these years. All i can ever do is grin and shake my head. Afterall, he is my best friend.