you love demitra’s glasses. why? who knows.

you just love when she wears them, and you can’t help but tease her a little bit about them.

because, c’mon, she just looks so adorable with them on and she pulls them off.

and she knows it.

and a lot of times, you steal them from her and put them on, which is funny because she only has them on when everything’s chill.

and if eli or sunday or noah tried to take them from her and tease her about it, she’d react differently.

but, not with you — you’re quite literally her soft spot, through and through.

so, like, always, when you comment on her glasses again, giggling through your words, she just sighs, rolls her eyes and takes them off.

“well, i know where this is going,” she says with a dramatic sigh, before handing the glasses to you with raised eyebrows. “there you go, princess. have at it.”

she just can’t help it. she gives up every time.

she just loves how excited you get — how absolutely adorable you are when you get the chance to put them on.

she swears you’re the only girl she’ll let herself be so weak for — just you.

but, hey, you’re her girl. and she’ll do anything for you.