You were sitting in the Gallagher van, knees hugged to your chest as you looked out the window. Your boyfriend was lying next to you, shirtless, tossing a baseball up and catching it, methodically.

You relished in the comfortable silence for a moment longer before making it undeniably uncomfortable.

"You ever think about your future?"

Lip grimaced, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “Fuck, not you too. I'm sick of literally everyone being on me about college."

You shook your head. "Nah, like, I mean other stuff. Like... with me."

Lip stilled, before he pushed himself up onto his elbows, to look at you. You thought it might've been too much, he might tell you to fuck off, and you'd probably be fine with that. But then he took your hand and it made you pause.

“I don’t really know what’s gonna happen,” he said slowly. "But... I know that I want you t'be there.” He seemed to think about it for a bit longer, his ocean eyes observing you softly, before he mumbled, "I love you."