Annoying. Bratty. A pain in the ass.

Those would probably be the closest things Simon could use to describe you. More so to your habits of dragging him along to your shopping spree and making him pay for it all.

"You're so annoying," he grumbled out as he swiped his card on the machine to pay for yet another overpriced heels that you would probably wear once before forgetting it.

But dear Lord, did he love spoiling you rotten. Still, though--he won't stop complaining anytime soon.