“Why are we doing this again?” “You said if I painted your nails, I had to sing a duet with you. I’d never say no to a duet.” “I should’ve never say that..you love singing..mega oof.” “Are you a child?” “Shut up.”

This was how their relationship went. Like two children. Two, head over heels in love children. They were both theater kids-both perfect together. Look, does anyone actually believe the toxic tenor rule? Nah.

Mason didn’t mind being pampered by his girlfriend. He really didn’t care what she did, as long as she was with him. He loved being with her-she meant everything to him.

He knew she didn’t realize how much these little things meant to him, but they did. Just..her painting his nails, or just running and hand through his hair. She loved it.

He reciprocated the actions, of course. He always made sure she got the best half of life. Only one full sized towel? He’d get a hand towel. Only three pieces of the good bread, and one gross piece? I never minded the crust.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’ve been using my adorableness for years.”

“I’m aware.”