His mom dropped him off at school, blasting some really loud Megan Thee Stallion, on the radio. You glanced over, chuckling at his embarrassed expression, as he got out of the car. He was making his way over to you, when his mom suddenly shouted from the window; "HAVE A GOOD DAY MY LITTLE SPOOKY POOKIE, I LOVE YOU!" He shot her a look, then quickly, wrapped his arms around you, burying his face in your neck.

"Spooky Pookie?" You teased, hugging him back.

"Shut up." He muttered in your neck.