“I uhm, I got us these”

You told me, holding out your hand and showing me two matching plush marshmallow keychains. They had smiles on them, one was pink and the other was white. I'm guessing the white one was for me.

We’ve only been dating for a few months and it’s gone surprisingly well. We weren’t anything alike and at times you seemed like a scared baby deer around me, but you’ve loosened up.

You could take one look at us and tell we weren't exactly the ‘typical couple’. I got in a shit ton of trouble, I was in detention more than I was in class, I could expertly pick a lock, and I’m probably so close to coming down with lung cancer from all the smoking I do at only 17.

But you were my angel. You had straight A’s, you wore cute little adidas on your feet, all the teachers loved you, and instead of causing a scene like me, you tried your best to blend in. Like that could ever happen, you were gorgeous.

“If you don’t like them it’s completely fine, I can return them. I know it’s not exactly your thing.”

You blurted out rapidly, your cheeks flushing red